" the next momentous time I was her was December twenty fourth.
although she was on the swing like the many times I had seen her, she wasn't swinging. she was laughing, or smiling.
"go away" she said.
"but a prince always-" she had cut me off,
"bullshit, complete bullshit"
the night I had walked away, just far enough so she couldn't see me, but I could see her.
she cried, for hours."
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winter
Fiksi Penggemar"there was this girl... I didn't know what I had till' it was gone"
