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She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

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But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

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She said once that time is nothing to me but a series of bookmarks that I use to jump back and forth through the text of my life, returning again and ...more