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when the girl left,

i saw you cried.

so i go to you 

and bring a hot chocolate

you looked up and smiled to me while mumble something 

that i don't understand.

so i scribbled something to a paper

and gave it to you.

you mumbled something,

but this time 

i understood it.

why would you say sorry when it's not your fault?

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