Teach short stories, original and beautiful.
When they were in middle school, they were carefree. Although they had never entered another world, it didn't matter. They looked at it, walked around, and entered it.
That year, he was 15.
That year, he was 16.
That year, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. That year, the cherry blossoms fell. That year, they each found their significant other under the scattered cherry blossoms. That year, they were under the cherry blossom trees, recalling that year in a hurry. . . . . .
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