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Every time the cold night came, I remembered your soul through my body. I was feeling the cold like your soul hugged me because, darling, a ghost of you hunted me every time I missed you.
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Every time the cold night came, I remembered your soul through my body. I was feeling the cold like your soul hugged me because, darling, a ghost of you hunted me every time I missed you.
