My friend, Jangmi
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Life doesnt come with a guide, and neither do friendships. When I left my crammed motel, everything changed. Meeting Jangmi on that bus on October 5th, overflooded my heart, it was like going on a rollercoaster for the first time. While you are scared and unsure, the rollercoaster is brave and reckless. As our worlds collided, i discovered the beauty that came with it -and the fragile threads that tie people together.
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