"How do you know that I'm the perfect one for you?" she asked.
"I'm not looking for perfect," he said. "I'm not looking at all. I've found you."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every bit of detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but...
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"How do you know that I'm the perfect one for you?" she asked.
"I'm not looking for perfect," he said. "I'm not looking at all. I've found you."
