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rounded by cross-wood work to serve as a little wall. It was

d, staring at Cam

seemed to get what

e. Your driver could have done that, or better still, I would have gone home by taking a taxi." she said, unlo

color could have faded or be stained by constant downpour

eeded to ... you know, take my kids home. I can't just let an old school

e door to her apartment. "You can always see me there. I mean, I am Kita

ick them up. I only show up at meetings and ... oh yeah, wait." I motioned for her just to call her attention to a question I was cu

r me to get in. "I only resumed working in that school four mo

emed to compliment the color of the walls; red velvet sofa and couches with their heads and arm rests having the same color as that of the walls. The ru

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yell from where soun

ing the comforting feeling I felt as my b

," I thought. I also had an imp

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om High School, and even when I was a class lower than Kevin's graduating class, I didn't stop fantasizing about him. He was the talk of the school, every girl was crazy over him. Thanks to the digital word and social

gh School crush and obsession thingy and let the feeling die later on. N

"Are you even listening?

d rather nervously, tittering. "Goodness, don't mind me. I'm so sor

hool, but then, I knew you intended to become a nurse. What then happened? How did you sud

mpletely right either. It is a long story. No matter what, I bec

turn serious. I could sense h

mil

ckly adjusted

behind for a while not just to revisit the old times

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s wrong