minimal sentimental memories yet to happen

daily dose of fables hidden in the corners of the city

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A simple friendly fight in a park, screaming, laughing, pushing each other, it’d be enough to make me get over the harshness of a day.

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You call it a timebomb of happiness, when you text me in a language that I don’t understand. I check the meaning later on the internet and a wide smile spreads over my face.