elementos
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Your mom’s name is Sarah.
He paused, blinking.
You used to put newspapers in your shoes.
Bucky looks up to the two figures before him, arms restrained as he laughs; reminiscing about the memories before his fall.
You can’t read that in the museum.
Steve’s eyes blur with tears and he crouches down to his best friend’s body, hugging him with pure joy.
You remember, he muttered.
Of course, I do, punk.
