I see her in the street one day, walking with her sister.
I shout out her name.
She bolts.
I follow.
That was the last time I saw her.
I never said goodbye.
She never said hello.
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Non-FictionA collection of short stories that I've heard of having possibly happened and my imagination imagining what would have happened. All of these stories are true, partly or wholly. Also, the title is slightly misleading: I don't want to comment, but ev...
