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Red
Sam took something perfect, and painted it red. I’m not going into how we split. But we split. This story is how I moved on, how I tried to forget the damage Sam caused, though not completely. You never forget completely. Life after Sam was a little difficult. I mean, how couldn’t it be, when we would be spending most of our time together in lectures, singing lessons one after the other? All a little awkward. We, knew, things about each other. Things that not even the others that had...