10-12 years old

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I always remembered Lucas, somewhere in the back of my mind, but I'd gotten so caught up in life I'd moved on, made friends and enemies, fallen in and out of happiness. My life wasn't the dream but I was happy to be alive. 

I moved house, just before my tenth birthday. After that, he was just a distant memory. I wouldn't see Jacob at school very often and his family even less. 

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