I believe that dreams transcend dimensions. Whether etched here or elsewhere, they remain attainable.
Every memory will inevitably linger somewhere, but memories will carry them wherever our steps take us. The beautiful ones will be brought as encouragement, the painful ones serve as reminders, as lessons for us to step forward and not fall into the same mistakes.
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"Mas... may I... come in?" he asked hesitantly, with uncertainty.
"Not working today?" I inquired.
He shook his head, "No," she said.
I looked at him briefly, weighing whether to grant his request or not. However, he still had the right to speak. Finally, I opened the door wider.
The man walked in slowly, scanning the entire room with his eyes. Seeing the items I had neatly packed, he seemed transfixed for a while. The
