Flying high and high Passing all that was familiar by Reaching treetops green Letting go of all the mean
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Rory (bad title, i know)
“Rory? I said I love you…” Vance whispered to me, playing with my black streaked lock. The words came out of his mouth smoothly, confidently. I only regretted that I couldn’t echo them back to him.