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Young Allie: Why didn’t you write me? Why? It wasn’t over for me. I waited for you for seven years. But now it’s too late.
Young Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you every day for a year.Young Allie: You wrote me?Young Noah: Yes. It wasn’t over. It still isn’t over.
