| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - the leaves bake and turn brown, fall on the sidewalk. the world smells like maple and harry???s cologne. he works at the bakery again, (the owner loves him, so do the old ladies that flirt with him shamelessly) and he brings scones home and a kiss on the lips. harry says, today is a new day for us, and louis can hardly believe it, because just a few months ago he was running across the world, cr
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