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Past Reality
After stopping at that particular crossroad, I moved us to the nearby park where I always come to see her; a different park than the one where we start our race near our middle school. It was the park where I would always go to chance upon her when I was still trying to steal her. The one near her house. Well, we couldn’t just stay in the middle of the road, huffing and puffing for breath. Moreover, it was also for us to talk properly. Once I send her back to her house, it would mean that our time for tonight would be over. At the moment, we’re sitting on the bench where I always sat when I was waiting for her to show up. With her head leaning onto my shoulder, we’re reminiscing about our past. And it’s about our past seen through her perspective that was quite colorful than what I co
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