"I saw Amber."
"I was wondering when you'd run into her."
"You knew?"
"Of course. I run this institution."
"Oh."
"How was she?"
"Awful. The real Amber was so sweet and nice. And she knew who I was."
"That was the real Amber."
"No, it wasn't."
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Short StoryUnknown: Hey peaches, I'm in love. And you're the lucky winner. Love is beautiful once achieved. But is love as real as it may seem? A/N: I wrote this when I was 12. Have fun with that.
