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“Two to Seven" Even though we are far apart, our hearts are close. I can feel the sadness and joy of the person I love. In the year and hour they were born, my mission gained true meaning. The love is felt deep inside. When I see that special person, I know I need to show up. We are both at the seven doors, a symbol that our love will continue. I am myself, and they are themselves. Even if the years change, we will remain the same, at the time we decided and planned. Even if not everything happens as planned, we continue to dream.Because true love is embraced by those who dare to dream.For the TWO of us, towards the SEVEN doors. - Aron Micko H.B”

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Book:Nerdy Man's Bottled Love
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