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The next morning, there is a small blue post-it on my locker door. The colour looks so beautifully contrasting on my plain grey locker that I am instantly drawn towards the beauty of it. I rush towards it in genuine surprise.
In dirty boyish handwriting, it says, 'Thank you.'
I know who wrote it.
And I am smiling.
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Blue
Short StoryHer solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow.. He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand. When their paths meet, will the blood be...
