When you lose someone you love you will believe anything until it turns into somoke.
This story wrote in 1965 after the summer 1967 war .
Writer: M.Khudhair.
Wrote in 1967.
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"But all good things have to come to an end, right?"
6 years ago they thought they'd never see each other again.
6 years later they realised they were wrong.
She was a girl who knew where she was going. He was a boy who didn't.