It started to rain. He came to me that day. Asked me if I cared to dance with him in the dark. I said yes. As he held my hand, wrapped his arm around my body, we danced. We forgot we were loner to each.
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Random"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
