"Come on, get in quick! Hurry, hurry.."
"I'm coming! Hold the door!"
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Gets inside after awhile of running-
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"(Panting) Running with bags didn't help for sure."
"Almost lost my strength to hold the door."
"At least, we're safe inside here now."
"Yeah...(looks at C/C and giggles)"
"What's so funny?"
"Your...your hair.. (laughs)"
"(Realizes the condition of the hair) It's the work of mother nature, through the winds. How could you laugh at such a masterpiece?"
"(Continues laughing)"
"Laugh all you want. Let's clear this up these bags on the floor before anyone of us gets hurt. (Thinking in mind: At least I know I still could make someone's day, with my hair I guess..)
"Alright, alright let's clear up this mess of these bags and also, your hair."
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Talk To Me : Weather And Seasons
Short StoryThrough the all the weathers and seasons, there was something I get to know more each day, each time. A point of view that could way beyond then the eye meets, a feeling that never been told, but felt before making deja-vu more alive then ever.ixj
