"In the beginning, it was just me and her, our little paradise. We lived out our days unaffected by anything except our love for each other. I would meet her every morning and we would ride through the park on the beautiful white horses her father had given her as a birthday gift. Afterwards, we would walk up the lonely hill that was near her home, and stay there for hours, sometimes not even talking, but just sitting there together. Nobody existed except for the two of us. And then it all changed..."
You turn the page over, but nothing on the back. You shake the book to see if any more loose pages fall out.
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