7.4 | ONE MORE TIME, ONCE AGAIN
( 7.4 ) u n k n o w n SIMON SAT THERE ON THE CEMENT STAIRCASE, with his worn out shoes stepping on the ground. And then along came Judith taking a seat next to him, shifting his black jacket. Simon's hands rested on the ground, as he looked at Judith, smiling. "I haven't talked to you in a while--" Days became weeks, feelings became dreadful to have. But it was then what they feared controlled their every thought and move, leading up to the passing numbers on the calendar. "--I missed that." It doesn't matter now. Awaiting for the winter snow, the voice Jude loved to hear, finally came home. "Me too." . . . ( 7.4.1 ) j u d i t h OUR HANDS WERE ONLY INCHES AWAY and yet, the wanting of holding Sim
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