"How old are you?" I asked.
"Older than you," you replied.
"Of course I'd know that. How much older?"
"Four years."
I was right.
"Was that the thirteenth question?"
"I guess so," I replied. Seven left.
"Fourteenth. If you could make a wish, what would you wish for?" You asked.
I answered without hesitation, "A lot of money, definitely. Money buys happiness."
You laughed, and I waited for your answer. "Mine would be to see my family again."
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly