“Some people are like clouds passing before your eyes. Once they're gone, you forget them. But some people are impossible to forget, no matter how hard you try. The harder you try to forget him, the more firmly he settles in, taking root in your heart. There's nothing you can do, so you just let him be. He's there, and every so often he kicks his legs. One tug, and it hurts all over again.” Lu Ming stubbed out his cigarette and rubbed the screen of the touchscreen phone that had just come out back then against his pants. “It's nice. Otherwise, how would you know you were alive?”
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