When people meet, they leave traces of each other. Although this trace is invisible and silent. Having never had a similar experience, it is difficult to understand what such a feeling is called. There will always be sparks between grown women and teenage boys, even if they are smaller than a match. Think of the beautiful legends of Sicily, and think of sunny days. But the results are always surprising. Even if separation is inevitable, changes are quietly happening, like gorgeous flowers that have been blooming quietly, like all things growing, silently.
The boy's heart will change forever. The heroine will also live a more determined and cheerful life.
They tell the story calmly and calmly, but the changes are revealed unconsciously.
They are the work of time masters. Experiences are changing their looks, their speech and manner, their temperaments.
True, so do we.
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