Who am I waiting for? Who is waiting for me?
Who am I crying for, who is crying for me.
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Can't write copy.
So I used the lyrics of a song I liked recently to write the copy.
It probably tells an ordinary story between an ordinary book scribe and an ordinary brothel lady.
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If anyone has followed the previous (now locked) work, I can only say sorry.
Now this little story can be regarded as practicing writing by myself.
If there are typos or words that cannot be displayed, please let me know.
Conception: