Today, I came to my cousin's house. The little girl asked: "Where's Kevin?" I cringed. Her brother came downstairs with a shoulder smack, which he never did, which Kevin always does. I stared at him for less than a second then smiled quickly.
Like Kevin said, the present never exists. The past is the tense that is most powerful. Now I understand why. Say hello to a period of heartaches and nostalgia.
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