It's You
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READ AND RELAX. I own this. Plagiarism is a crime. Whatever you read here is purely coincedence to other stories, BUT all in all. It's M I N E.
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Foreword
He wrapped his right hand around my left hand. As I placed my right hand at his shoulder, I looked at his eyes.
They were teary.
"You're cold." He said as we both swayed at the music. "Of course. That's just it, sir." I gave out a nervous smiled. A bad sign that I'm getting concious.
"Are you surprised?"
"Yes. Very."
"You look like you're about to cry" I chuckled.
"Nah. I'm just overwhelmed."
I want to enjoy the music. But it seems like I couldn't hear it. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Such a bad sign. Very bad one.
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