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As I sat on the road and felt the lifeless body in my hands, a single tear would change my life forever.
Throughout my early childhood I learned the way's of marriage from the good, to the bad, to the just plain ugly. As I grew I learned what things were good in life and bad and what I had to do to be a good boyfriend or husband. Although I knew of relationships and the situations that come with them it was until the age of eight that I first experienced a relationship. It all begain the first day of second grade when a girl that could only be described as perfection walked on to the bus, her name was Brittney Nichole Murphy.
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