A girl who is sitting there hurts me. Her existence is pain in my heart. She is just my type. She has big eyes, and she is pretty when she smiles. I wouldn’t talk to her. I can’t talk to her because… Tomorrow, she will be forgotten from my memory like the girl I saw yesterday. She was not my fate yesterday. This girl is not my fate either. Where is my girl? My breath feels heavy as I sigh.

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