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July 30th

Days passed, I was always waiting for you every day in this cafe.

It's raining outside, and you come with a woman.

"She's my friend," you said then.

But you are more close than friends.  Maybe because I'm too jealous. But who am I to jealous.

It's raining outside, so is my heart.

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