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From the Blog randomlyabstract On the third floor of the building, halfway through the long, long corridor were two connecting stairs. When we sat there, the sun was almost setting. We felt tired, and another mix of emotions with no particular name. A feeling of togetherness, a feeling of uncertainty, of hope, of struggle, of what it meant to us. Everything. It was like we were on one of the most important points in our respective lives, one that didn't have much to do with the other — in fact, nothing — save for the fact that we were friends. And we were in it together. We knew we would either see our dreams come true or we wouldn't. But there was also a third case. "Maybe, only one of us will get it. And the other will later on say that they know it was for the best. The Other will sound very convincing, pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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