The secret of the bald lady translator

s my face. His arms, as if yearning to enfold me in an embrace, presented a

had at long last made his way back! His hand slowly glided acros

f collapsing, but all of a sudden,

uickly turned around, with my back

ced at the clock; it was

fter waking from such dreams, leaving my body

er for some calming pil

ream, but no matter how hard I tried, his image only

moil. I was about to see him! I was about to see hi

favorite-long, straight, and black. I carefully put it on, looking at myself

ace everyone envi

r and beautiful, yet it had left me in this state, with most of my hair gone, looking as if I were gra

alent and beauty, yet not forgett

the translation world, was someone everyone

o'clock, insi

, nervously adjusting my hair. What had

reath and knock

voice now carried a hint of maturity and depth. I mustered the cou

turned to face me, and at

seven years was right in front of me

y. You won the grand slam at the translation competition again. H

his gentle eyes framed by fluttering lashe

composure. "Cathryn, stay

" Besides feigning calmness, I didn't kno

nglish. You should come and listen. Also, there's a celebration dinner for you tonight at Crypticorps." His

e going!" I was about to exhale and relax

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