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600 secounds is all I get. 600 secounds without oxygen and I go from present to a memory. I would take those airless, gasping, painful seconds if I knew that when you left, I would have to endure so much more. Our story is not one of star-crossed lovers and sacrifice. Not everything can be fixed with a poem and a love note. He was the harmony to my melody and I wouldn't have it any other way. ---------------------------------------Cleo Briscoe made a deal. One summer. One summer in hell. One summer in marching band.…