Hello friends, I do not know if you believe in my story or not, but I am writing because I have no one else. I want to feel sorry for him. This incident made me old. We were in the third year of high school. Our city was Yeni Mashhad. Once I went and saw him. We went around together for a while. I returned to Mashhad soon. The next time I wanted to go to my best friend, I said, "Brother, let's go." And then we returned to Mashhad with my friend. These stories passed until the time of Nowruz. I went north with my friend on the bus. I had a fight with a girl. After a few hours, we reconciled. For example, we said goodbye. I was asleep, my friend's phone rang with a bright screen. It was very bad, but my heart was full, I had to be empty Bottom
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Date: April 21, 2019
