"What is love?" I asked the guy sitting next to me. The guy I saw for the first time was looking at me frowning. One side of his lip slightly curled up after squinting his brown eyes.
"Are you asking this to a stranger?"
Biting my lips, I said: "I can't see any other sane person here..."
"Naturally," he said playfully, sucking in another smoke from his cigarette. "We are in a mental hospital."
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Teen Fiction"What is love?" I asked the guy sitting next to me. The guy I saw for the first time was looking at me frowning. One side of his lip slightly curled up after squinting his brown eyes. "Are you asking this to a stranger?" Biting my lips, I said: "I...
