"there was this girl.
I met her in about the middle of November, or maybe it was near December. it was snowing, for sure.
I had met her in the mall, and we clashed rather quickly. I bumped into her, she fell down. I was quick to say sorry, but she was having none of it. I hate to admit it but that's the first time a girl has ever broken my nose.
it's only a start; but that's how I met this girl."
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winter
أدب الهواة"there was this girl... I didn't know what I had till' it was gone"
