"Here," my mum handed me an envelope. "Stacey found it in one of the drawers while she was cleaning the room. It's for you."
I carefully took the envelope from her hand, lifting its flap slowly.
There it was, in your very own handwriting, the twentieth question.
Would you be my girlfriend?
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
