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Narrative about Learn to Something strange
Lern to something strange
In the past, when everything was still dim, hazy, and you're still here, I did not understand how influential your role in my life. However, now, when it is light, everything is clear and you're gone, I'm only capable of silent, seated hopeful presence. Lonely I mumble in the middle of the park behind my school.

The park was not so widespread yet, but comfortable enough to reconcile the chaotic heart. But somehow another opinion. It was not too important for me. The important thing was, it could be a background setting of my first scenario in past, but not for now.

Did you know, I so miss her. The figure of my friends who never found a replacement until now. Indeed, I had many friends, but nothing too deep in my heart. Named one important friend for me was "France". She is she a woman. Our age were same, but her thought was 10 years older. Absolutely no other in my life. In addition, she did not talk too much, but also not too quiet. She taught me many things. Especially about hopes and dreams. He had a lot of dreams that I thought so crazy for made dreams come true.

In the past, when I was often met with France, I was asked what her hopes and dreams unfulfilled. But she says nothing. Of course I did not just believe it, then I tried to ask again.

" Really?? "I asked asserted

" Of course not " he replied, grinning lightly teased

" Then?! "I asked, more curious

This time she did not answer my question. She was still busy turning the novel in her hand. However, an interval of about 10 minutes, she drew a deep breath. I felt she would immediately told me. And it was true.

"Actually there are some dreams that I have not been achieved. The first is to make my name as the name of a street. And secondly, I want to replace the Statue of Liberty with my statue. I hope you did not give any comment "

Without asked, I could’t say anything.

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