The Reencounter

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Daisy POV:

at 7 am on Thursday the alarm was already ringing and I was waking up tired as always but that was when I remembered that this was the day I was going to see my best friend Maria again, I got up all anxious and I went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash my hair, got dressed,

The clothes that I was wearing:

The clothes that I was wearing:

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 got my hair done and went to eat, I made a sandwich with ham and cheese and some orange juice, I picked up my house keys and car keys and immediately went to the airport

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got my hair done and went to eat, I made a sandwich with ham and cheese and some orange juice, I picked up my house keys and car keys and immediately went to the airport . Arriving there I received a message from Maria's mother saying that they would land at gate A 46. so that's where I headed. When I arrived I saw that there were less than five minutes left to see her again. After two minutes I finally saw her again and the only thing I could say at that moment was
- MARIAAAAA!!!! I'm sure everyone at the airport heard me scream hehe....
- ⁠how are you? I said and she responded very quietly and I already knew something wasn't right
- ⁠Listen, I know it's difficult to have to leave your country to go to another, but you have me now and you'll be able to tell me everything that happened since the last time we saw each other and everything will be fine, okay?
-⁠Okay.. she said but I could see that her mood improved a little
- ⁠now.... I'll show you the whole city
- ⁠and my mother?   she said
- ⁠I already called her a taxi to her house
- ⁠ok, let's go....
- ⁠Yes!!!! You will love the city!! I said
- ⁠and so Maria and I left the airport so I could show her the city of Massachusetts.

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