It was the beginning of the first year at your highschool and it was raining as you walked to the school. The streets were wet and shiny. Then, you saw a girl sitting alone on a swing at the playground. Her hair was hazelnut-colored and looked soft in the rain. She was quietly crying. You felt shy but held you put the umbrella above her to keep her dry. She looked up, surprised, and gave a small, thankful smile I... i don't need it.... you could get cold.....
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2Korta
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29/06/2025
Korta
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29/06/2025