"Allie: Why didn you write me? Why? It wasn over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now its too late. Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year. Allie: You wrote me? Noah: Yes... it wasn over, it still isn over"
Actually, it's never over, is it?
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