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I never thought I would meet these girls on the other side of the Atlantic.
I didn't even feel so disappointed when I stupidly walked a subway station ahead of schedule, pulling a huge suitcase and carrying a guitar on my shoulder through downtown Boston. However, the moment I kicked open the dormitory door and looked at the blue carpet scattered with white bras, cheesecakes, or music scores, I fell.
Then there were more girls like this.
A pair of hot pajamas hung on her matchstick-like body, and a large bag of Lays between her forearms? He said to me with a crying face: "I want to sleep with you!"
She said stupidly: "I heard that there is a female singer in China who has a daughter living in my house?" I replied: "That's what I said."
However, I actually stood on the Boston Cross-sea Bridge in the cold wind at midnight in the dead of night, and followed them to pour a bag of coins into the water.
"Pennies and dimes for a kiss…"
It's hard to imagine that this is my voice.
Maybe every time it rains in the future, every time when the air conditioner is as cold as 15 degrees Celsius and I still wear a short skirt, I will inadvertently smell the warm fragrance from Starbucks, even if it is not playing Billie Holiday; I will also think of that corner, the corner where the four of us have precious memories. She and I played the guitar, and she and she sang loudly, "Sunday morning rain is falling... And I never wanna leave."
This is 42°19'N, 71°05'W. Let me tell you a few love stories.