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A Bouquet Of Roses.

Ace – Point of View

Spades left. I stayed. Everything was not okay, but no one had to know that. Time passed differently – slowly, and on some days, as fast as the wind. I faded in and out. I tuned everything out. Days passed by. Weeks followed, and I focused on work.

My Dad had been avenged alrea...