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Andreas Alexander Adair was about to turn sixteen years old when I first met him.
He had rich brown hair, pensively dark eyes that pinched and upturned slightly at their corners, and bronze skin from days swimming and running in the summers. He was beautiful and charming, yet cunning and tragic. He was crude. He was awful. He was the bane of my existence.
And he was the love of my life.
