In the spring I moved into a small house.
All daily necessities are in duplicate, whether slippers or mouthwash cups, they are placed tightly together.
You said: "This will be our common home from now on. We can get together every month. I will cook many delicious dishes and wait for you to come home from get off work."
"I really want to see each other every day. Even if we become old ladies, we still want to be together."
Eight months after the breakup. You asked: "Can I come over and celebrate your birthday and New Year with you?"
Nine months after the breakup. The weather was sunny and uneventful.
I said, let's get it over with.
You replied, "We've finished it long ago."
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I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wrote something casually. It was nonsense. It was pure fiction. There was no right or wrong in the people in the story.
Intention: None
