June 30th

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Minho and I walked through the park after practice. The city lights danced on the lake, and his eyes sparkled under the soft glow of the street lamps. We talked of dreams and songs, of memories and yearnings. His laughter, that melody that envelops me, is a balm to my weary soul. I remain silent, listening, etching each note, each nuance into my memory.

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