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His letter still smelt like tommy, the mixtape still made her lilt. She closed her eyes and turned up the music, hoping, dreaming, wishing they could return to those days when tomorrow was too far away to worry about, when happiness was a new sound, when summer was a smile, an adventure, a promise.