My Memory #1 I remember you. I remember the house. Your uncle Gordon's. You were in the sitting room. I teleported in, and offered you an ice cream. "Fletcher. It's snowing." I heard you say, your voice was so captivating. "Yeah but it's hot in Brazil." Then we started talking about something else and I ate your ice cream. "Okay let's go." You took my hand then smirked at me. "What?" I had wondered. You brushed the ice cream from my nose and licked it off your finger, making us both laughed. Then you kissed my nose. And it ended... Memories. Just a good memory.
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