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We are separated by a road...
The happiest thing every morning is watching him go to work, and then happily waiting for him to come over to buy newspapers. I put all the coins he gave me in a bottle. Everything he does is written in my diary. Until one day…
"Your umbrella."
"Hey!" Why is it there?
"Why are you blushing?"
Thump thump thump thump…
Not a newbie, just changing my vest...