Your past will always be part of you, but does it have to define your future? Or can you rewrite your story? I want to explain it all to you. How this happened. How that summer – the summer I was 16 – made me the person I am today. I want to share my memories with you: the happy memories are like sunbursts, sparkling on the sea. But then, like a current dragging me under, there's that summer of 1997. The summer my life exploded.The summer I had to grow up.The summer you came into my life. And so this is the story of you.
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