Schneider

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I woke up and found myself in bed. How did I get here. I got up turned on the light and saw I was at Till's. I walked into the living room and turned on the light. I saw a pen and notebook on the floor and someone on the couch. I pick up the notebook and read. It was about the night Till got shot and it was Till style poetry. His writing too.

I uncovered the person on the couch. I saw blue eyes staring at me. Till got up and kissed me.

"How did I get here?"

"Oliver, he helped me."

"Your ok, Till I am sorry for the argument. I never should.."

It is ok. I broke down and cried. He hugged me as I cried.

"The doctor told me everything and I know I am lucky to be here."

That he was. I could tell he knew that. I was so glad he was alive.

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