Wednesday, that melancholic eight o'clock, raining. Jenna wasn't in the mood, but something about that mysterious guy with the ukulele in the subway station draws her attention.
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This was written in my Text Production class
Wednesday, that melancholic eight o'clock, raining. Jenna wasn't in the mood, but something about that mysterious guy with the ukulele in the subway station draws her attention.
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This was written in my Text Production class
"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
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