This was the last book my dad read. His bookmark was still in it when i picked it to to read again, with this knowledge to completely skew my opinion of it. I'm writing this 6 months later and remembering the struggle i had with reading past where he read and feeling it was unfair, but deciding i was finishing it for/with him. After my dad died i found hearts everywhere, and now, a few seconds after starting to write this, i find a heart in the tile near me to remind me that he is still finishing The Story with me <3
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