When Love Learns to Let Go
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At midnight, a boy sits in his black Mercedes parked in front of a girl's apartment. Through the car window, he watches her quietly, while she turns her back to him and walks toward the apartment. The boy is wearing black shorts, and the girl is dressed in a red bodycon dress. A faint moon glimmers in the sky, mostly veiled by drifting clouds.
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