I’m not sure how we’ve met. Actually I don’t quite remember the day we’ve separated. You know those random days you can’t refer to? No rain, no tears, no sadness or relief. Nothing. Random day. No words of any kind. We just grew apart I guess. Drifted away. Or something.
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