and so
I wanted to put my cold hands underneath her sweater. She looked warm and beautiful. She smiled a lot and would put her head on my shoulder. I said," I miss you." She said, "Don't say that."
When our trains came, we departed on the same line in different directions.
When our trains came, we departed on the same line in different directions.
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How sad :-( I hate goodbyes and partings.
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