ever happy. My brain always used to find flaws in myse

I so

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es

he piano bench. He was playing a tune on the piano, too busy to notice me. The sound of the door must ha

s bubble because he spared a glance towards

of the classroom and took out my noteboo

He was still on the piano, gliding his fingers on th

n hair which looked softer than my pillow. His shoulders were not too broad but perfect. He was wearing a full sleeved white shirt and pants as if he was in a business meeting. I co

as sure. He was

good guess

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