Pages of story we've flipped. Now, we come to this.
"I had dwelt upon the past, and I sat down, stayed focus on the picture I was looking at. I thought it will be unfair to only gaze close on it. So, I decided to stand up, yet maintaining my eyes upon the object. Question?? Yes, this was to combine in those I've had, preserving the existing memory, and lingered over where to slot this new one in. I crossed over my very weak mind and weighted on the matter in the real front line. Just like I used to say, seeing things that really matter."
Just then I pasted this irrelevant event at the mid page, where make ease to identify later.
I stopped and closed the book.
I did my things. I have the disturbing termites killed, my resume completed for the coming industrial training, and then a long bath taken.
After that, I opened it again. And I read the following lines.
" .. "
Ah~ Now I see the dropped ink. It is weaken by the surroundings, by all the happy lines. It, that mistaked evil lines that lied on this page, has differentiate the story into a more meaningful one. It bring contrast.
Relief. Understand the contrariness.
I smile. :>
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