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REMEMBER
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A WALK TO

REMEMBER
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A WALK TO

NICHOLAS SPARKS

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INDEX
CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 CHAPTER 10 13 13 13 13 13 13 1313 13 13

DEDICATORY

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PROLOGUE

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hen I was seventeen, my life changed forever. I know that there are people who wonder about me when I say this. They look at me strangely as if trying to fathomhat could have happened back then, though I seldom other to explain. Because I’ve lived here for most of my life, I don’t feel that I have to unless it’s on my erms, and that would take more time than most people are willing to give me. My story can’t be summed up in two or three sentences; it can’t be packaged into something neat and simple that people would immediately understand. Despite thepassage of forty years, the people still living here who knew me that year accept my lack of explanation without question. My story in some ways is their story because it was something that all of us lived through. It was I, however, who was losest to it. I’m fifty-seven years old, but even now I can remember everything from that year, down to the smallest details. I relive that year often in my...
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