I always dream that I opened a coffee shop on a busy street, next to an old sycamore tree. The air is slightly cool.
I always dream of you standing outside the coffee shop. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, your eyes cannot fall on me. The wind chimes on the door jingled.
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Haha, I just started writing. Not bad, not bad.
It would be great if you have the courage to write... And keep up the good work in the future...
A certain grass is a clavicle control, and the author seems to be a clavicle control too~
Haha, I just started writing. Not bad, not bad. It would be great if you have the courage to write... And keep up the good work in the future...
A certain grass is a clavicle control, and the author seems to be a clavicle control too~