"I wish the world will forever remember to ignite the day," she muttered a line from a poem she's obsessed with. You are my world, December. If only I could tell you that and it makes it to the next day, I'd be grateful for the world. But you are my world, and no star can outshine that. "Hey, Rice." December looked at me with her perfect eyes, asking, "What would you do if the world forgets?" . RICE, DECEMBER, REMEMBER Copyright © 2026 by HIDAISHE All rights reserved.
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