Old sycamore. Humid air. Street lights on the roadside. Under the empty basketball hoop. A blackboard that cannot be wiped clean. Bracelet, notebook and pen for couples. Fujiya lollipops. Workbook stained with oil. An incomplete Rubik's Cube. And your favorite Spongebob. Sunflower.
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If you are willing, please stay and listen to me tell a warm story.
A story about teenagers living in the city I love.