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... lost that little boy, Kieran...’
Although his voice sounded no more than a faint whisper, the effect of it was like a million knives slashed across my heart.
It was all me.
I had been the one who drove the spear of hate straight into the heart of my childhood best friend.
He had always been so carefree, so optimistic and joyous, so, I had always assumed it was just me that was left to wallow in grief and loneliness after my sister’s death.
I thought it was ...
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