Dreamer's Life 🌀
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Ongoing8m
Last published Thu, Dec 28, 2023
It was a story of an strange encounter I had back when he was in grade 10-with a rather strange individual. I couldn't help but notice his tan skin along with his deep set brown hair, often in lunch he would stay alone.
I recall our first encounter being on his first day when my eyes glanced to his direction while I was dropping my sister to her class. Although his hair were all ruffled and his tie was messy you could sense a certain sense of attraction towards him, his features glowed effortlessly in the soft sunshine of a winter morning.
Something that particular day made me act uncharacteristically and I marched towards him and thus this is the story of how he became my muse.
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