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CHAPTER TWO

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

Mitch Albom.

SIX YEARS LATER…

All of it was strange.

That was the first thing that Dorian noticed. The moment he stepped over the threshold, he noticed the furniture and door of the apartment. It was…it was metropolitan, somehow. Not that young Dorian standing there so neatly attired in his khaki shorts and red collared shirt would have known the word “metropolitan.” Most six-year-olds hadn’t used it in context, and couldn’t even come close to spelling it correctly. To Dorian, it sounded like an ice cream flavor. In this regard, Dorian Gray IV who had celebrated his birthday the previous August at a big splendid party where his mother had made a marvelous fuss over him was no different. All Dorian was concerned at this very moment was the here and now. And what was here, and what wasn’t.

DORIAN GRAY

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