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I was walking through the park, with my head staring down and my palms clasped at my back, as if I was handcuffed to something, although I was merely making sure my core was fine.
Step by step, hearing birds' songs, I see traces of shoes close by. I dwindle my eyes up to meet this red-dressed woman who was looking at me. She left me speechless. I gasp once, turn around from her, trying to hide my smile, when I see a couple of flowers in the vicinity. You know, those small, yellowish petite flowers you find in every park. I grab a few, then return to Red. Somehow, she was still staring at me. "Man, she's gorgeous," I think as I raise my hand with the rays of hope. "Will she take them?"
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August 2021
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