"I'm tired," he said while on the phone.
"Me too," she seconded. "Well, anyway, I'll keep working hard for our future. Just thinking my future with you, I know my efforts are rewarded."
"You are my rest, my home. There's no else I'd rather be tired with than you." He smiled and sighed. "Actually, even getting tired with you is rest."
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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...
