My Script Year
by The Illusion Of Being Out Of State
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"Do you still miss her?" My friend said, looking at me crying... That year, I was eighteen years old. I met her while playing dazzling dance. Sitting next to me, he was doing the same dance. Looking at her appearance, I mustered up the courage to say the first words to her, "What a coincidence, we are in the same district. Let's play together, it's boring to play alone." "Okay." She smiled.
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