I walked up to the bonfire and sat down next to Chanel. We talked and soon enough we decided to burn our hatred memories. 

I had brought pictures of my father and me and pictures of ex-boyfriends who had done horrible things to me. 

I threw them into the fire and watched them burn. That gave me a rushed feeling. 

And that feeling felt good. 

Stupid story, sorry!

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