He looked at her as if she was his whole world, and in that moment she was. Nothing mattered to them, time was an endless thing to them. They didn't have a care in the world, if only he was paying attention to the road.
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Short Story"She was crying over him, he was making another girl laugh."
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He looked at her as if she was his whole world, and in that moment she was. Nothing mattered to them, time was an endless thing to them. They didn't have a care in the world, if only he was paying attention to the road.