I haven't written a diary for a long time because my hand can no longer hold the pen and write down what clothes he wore today and how beautiful his smile was.
On July 15th, I was ready to take one last look at him, then set off, never to see him again. In fact, there is no need to prepare much. I have no clothes to change. Fortunately, he is stingy and will never give me charity. I just looked at him quietly, just like before.
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The short story has been written. Dark style.
Purpose: I hope all girls will be diagnosed and treated with tenderness