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Saturday, December 25, 2010

"Nina used to write me every other day. I was overseas, in the service, and that was the only thing I looked forward to." He smiles faintly. "She told me when she met you. Told me where you took her on dates. But the time she told me that she'd climbed some mountain with you... that was when I knew I'd lost her."
"Mount Katahdin? Nothing happened that day."
"No. You just climbed it, and came down," Patrick says. "The thing is, Nina's terrified of heights. She gets so sick, sometimes, that she faints. But she loved you so much, she was willing to follow you anywhere. Even three thousand feet up." He pushes away from the wall, approaching Caleb. "You know what's pathetic? That you get to live with this... this goddess. That out of all the guys in the world, she picked you. You were handed this incredible gift, and you don't even know it's infront of you."

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