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I am sure that I am not you, Remembering that I am me. Me that is faithful in Remembering that I am easily amused. I am not unsure that I am quiet, but I am Not kidding that I am me.

The girl's long brown hair whipped around in the breeze. Her sweater had a recent tear and her jeans were stained with tears. Aurora stood on the bridge rail. The tips of her shoes were hanging over the rail. Her entire body was swaying to the force of the wind. In her hand, she held a white rose. "Aurora!" Aurora looked at the boy. She shook her head and jumped. "AURORA!" the blonde boy attempted to grab her, but she slipped out of his grasp and fell into the river. He looked over the edge and was frantically searching the rushing water, but there was no sign of Aurora. He ran over to the other side of the bridge, but he never saw anyt