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Text: Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory, memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it, you dance with it. Each paragraph will be a test.

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