rst year of high school.thisThe dream was too real, so real that there was a tiny ballpoint pen on the hem of the skirt, with ink just like in my memory.At this moment, there was a knock at the door a..."He didn't answerned, dumbfounded, staring at him as if he were a fool.He didn't say a word, took out a towel from the car and wrapped her tightly, covering even her shaking body. He held her close in his arms.The tow...