That moment, she told herself that her will never be able to love all men are. By the time the plane took off, he realized he forgot to tell you one thing. He said this when they chat with each other. She nervously typing "What?", Please think of the rhetorical question often say lovers apart before. He told me to forget the transit spot for him to call. Just like that? She did not hide his disappointment when typing those words into the chat window. At that time, I was just thinking that. He loved to hear your voice. He simply replied, softly. He is that. The slow and gentle he always made her so down to numbness, then moved to tears. She was not close to anyone, even those living in the house are from Vietnam. Pride, busy making them treat each other coldly, with judging section. Sometimes she felt as though they did not have to share a hometown, but simply to have the same language, besides English. At first arrived, she had cried many times when your trying to be sociable response was skeptical glances, uncomfortable. Ever since she got used to it, figure out how best safe haven: snuggled into his room and stay there forever in the essay, ideas about life and scrap nostalgia to horror overwhelmed him.
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