This is a story about memories or memories.
There is no boring spoof.
It has nothing to do with heaviness and regret.
Just some indelible and lost memories of girlhood.
About friendship, love,
After growing up, it blooms and dissipates like a gorgeous flower. ． ．
When it occasionally surfaces,
Let's chew it slowly together. ． ．
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