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She made her way towards me and sat beside me.
In no time, she was scribbling in her tattered journal. She was holding in such a way that I couldn't make out what she was working on.
Why did she sit beside me if she needed her privacy?
I pushed my thoughts behind and decided against bothering her with my presence.
The sun was almost gone.

☀sunsets☀ (njh short story)(complete)Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora