There was an adult who had just opened her dance school in New York.
She had received several girls and was happy.
There was an adult sad and lonely, who was walking alone on the streets of London.
"27 years" he was repeated mentally sighing.
27 times he could not talk to her and now she was even more distant .
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ballerina - h.s
FanfictionIn which a boy admires a dancer from the dance school in front of his bedroom. © ClaviaButera | 2015
