Simple short story~
When the dust has settled, things have changed and people have changed. Isn't it the epitome of love? How many people can hold on to their favorites? We always ask for more, more, more, so much that we forget what we want...
Happiness, sometimes just licking a lollipop, sometimes just a chuckle when remembering, sometimes, sitting on the fourth floor in a daze, is my happiness...
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