Looking back, she remembered her exact thoughts then, that day. She had wondered how she would feel in two months' time, and hoped it would be just the same way she was feeling then. She knew, anyhow, that she would remember thinking all of this. With a smile on her face, she wished.
Eight Saturdays passed, she counted. And she found herself recalling her hopes, wishes and thoughts. With a microexpression of scorn on her face.
Eight Saturdays passed, she counted. And she found herself recalling her hopes, wishes and thoughts. With a microexpression of scorn on her face.
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