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happens in real life. Or maybe they do happen in real life. Anyways we will never ever know. The chances are very low but still, we have these wild imaginations li

g about fiction. A

ople will think that it is a fi

own story and I h

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rose! Stop dayd

w how I get after the music

void getting wet in the snowfall. There was snow everywhere, covering the parking lot, making

sic class?" She asked w

hat he does but he is a little bit younger than what you assumed and he is Russian"

ad a prominent Russian accent. But the strangest thing was that he was not looking at anyone, he was j

said with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. I ignored i

ory class" The curiosity in her didn't melt

what a

him silly. He has been waiting for you for a long time." I noticed M

eally cute couple. Sometimes I did feel like a third wheeler but I h

ed and ran into Max's arms an

ght she would take

inside. My phone vibrated indi

his place. His parents are not home sooo...Dri

ago after she bought the car. According to her what's her's is mine and vice versa. I was quite thankful because my bud

the woods, I noticed that the road was totally

ing snow keeping me company. The sky was still cloudy with gusts of wind blowing some withered leaves with them. Snow

dark tinted windows which was be

r and shut it close. My eyes traveled up to the house which has been my home for two years. With its ancient slanted roof and an attic, it looked a b

t to close it when I noticed a car par

e person

ed to get lost and I had to call Liza a hundred times to get the direction but n

wer, changed into comfy clothes and plopped on the living r

be if you want to forget everyth