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this is a story i made up....
it is sad.....

a first date
for a 21 year old couple
a winter in new york
she was the quiet pretty one
he was the quarter back of the football team
in college........


one day she was studying he was passing the ball 2 a friend he looked at her and stared then the ball hit him in the head and he fell.she got and walked over there."are u ok"she asked.he noticed it was her."o oh yeah i'm fine i meant to do that"he said.*she laughes*then she helps him up."hi i'm Tiffany"she said.

the next day
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she is sitting on the grass studying.he sits down by her then says."hey"then she looks up "hey".then she puts her book down and says "so wats up".he says "o nothing much"then she says"o how is ur forehead"he replies "its fine"then she said"o good"Then he kisses her gets up then walks away.

next day
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She is walking around campus looking for him and she finds him just lying on a hammock by the boy"s dorm.she walks over a nd says "hey".he replies "hey".*he is faced down on the hammock**she lays under so she can see his face*then after a few moments of silence he finaly says"look about the kiss i-.she says"shhh its ok""it is" he said."yes, if it wasnt ok i would have slapped u"
then he asks her out on a date.
she accepts...

the date
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they meet at the movie theater and it started to snow.she said"its really cold"then he replied"ya i dont plan that good"..."well its fine" she said.
both of them to shy to really say a word.He finally asked"u having fun"then she said"yes"That is the end of the date technicaly the rest of the date was walking....

next day
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the next day was pretty normal...

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the next few weeks she wasnt there he skipped all his football practices looking for her.....

a month later he figured out that her parents made her move away and her plane had crashed and she had passed......

if this made u cry or u were really into the story then that hit u go on.....






THINK OF UR ONE TRUE LOVE AND CLOSE UR EYES THEN WISH!!!!!!

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YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE!!!!!!!!!