VII

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Years passed and your hair turned white slowly every day. But you're still pretty.

You didn't have teeth anymore,

But your smiles were still the shiniest and brightest.

We were sitting on the sofa, watching a TV show where people perform. Just then, your favorite song played.

I immediately stood you up and made you dance. You hesitated just like when we did it the first time. But you started dancing nonetheless.

You smiled and laughed with me. But I didn't know it was the last one.

The last smile.

The last laugh.

The last dance.

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