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Dear xx,

            I was reading a novel in our balcony when I heard a strumming of a guitar and a guy singing. I was distracted by its sound. I looked up and saw you in your terrace. It was you. You're so handsome with that guitar. Your voice was so cold. I hope I can sing with you someday. I called you and I made a "sshh" sign haha.

                                                 -VH

            

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