"What do you like? Coffee, tea, or me?" he asked, teasing her.
"I can order my own coffee . . . or tea . . . and yes, of course, if I only could, I'd like myself back," she replied.
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
