It's been eleven years since that story at swan lake. - Nina Doyle, 11 years old.
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Creak...
"Ugh, I can't reach it," A little girl stood on a stood on her toes, reaching for the stapler remover at the top of a calendar. POP! It came out! And she began to fall. "Uwaahh!"
Thud.
"Hey, don't push yourself too hard." Nina looked to see Andrew.
"Andrew!"
"Leave the high places to me, because big brother don't need a footstool," the little girl blushed and wigged her way safely out of his harms and onto the ground.
POP
POP
POP
He took out the rest of the staples, "Hand me a new calendar," he held out his large hand.
"Uh! Yeah!" She frantically rummaged through to box of items she had brought to the room earlier. She handed him the stapler and he stapled the updated calendar back into the wall, "Great! We finished cleaning!" She clapped her hands and flailed happily.
"Good work. That was fast," he smiled, "It's thanks to Nina for working so hard," he reached out and pet her her head, "Okay, it's time for a snack!"
"YAY!"
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In this town, back at the house of Andrew's previous girlfriend, we were reunited. I have my memories as Hillary Simmons intact, and fell in love with him for a second time.
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