No one ever told him he was human.

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Vivaldi season’s was the soundtrack to Harry’s life.

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Sometimes you cannot help but wish you were a character in a storybook…

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Scents define their everything, and through their scents, they remember and ache.

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You loved autumn. You loved the leaves, you love the wind, you loved everything that it was and is until it befuddled your mind completely.

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Harry knows that the relationship will end up horribly, but he lets it happen.

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