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She was there again.

On the swing, at her backyard. She was pushing back and forth by her feet, though they barely touched the grass because her legs were too short.

I hate the way she blinks. It's way too fast and it bothers me.

She doesn't look Korean.

Why is she here? I'm sure she should be in another country, where she looked the same with the people that lived there. I just don't exactly know where.

I'll ask my mom later.

I was still peeking through our fence and staring at her. No, I was studying her.

She blinks too fast and I hate it.

And then, she looks up. We met gazes and I froze.

Now, I blink too fast.

I wonder if she hates it?





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I know I still have an on-going Namo but this is only going to be really short.

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