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Sometimes he believed that their relationship was built on stories. He was probably right. Because whenever they got together, they rarely did anything other than sit around and talk to each other. And most of the time, the talk was made out of personal stories that they wanted to exchange. Of course, not all of those stories were real. There was that time where they had been sitting in the park, and she had mentioned how much she loved listening to the birdsong, and he had told her of a classmate who could cup his hands and whistle through them to imitate any bird to perfection. She had been impressed, and as wide-eyed as a little kid, an