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Chen turned around with the photo in hand. The_boy_standing_in_front_of_her_smiled._The_warmth_dripped_on_to|The_boy_spared_one_look_on_her,_then_took
_that_photo_away_from_her_hand,_said,_plainly,_"bye."_Cold_rain_dripped_down_from_the_eave_of_the_6-level,_40-year_old_high_school_building_fast_to the_quiet,_vast_lake_in_her_mind._She_didn't_know_when_it_appeared_or_it_was_just_there_at_any_time._She_unde
rstood,_"It_was_him."|the_ground._A_taxi_drove_by,_stirring_up_a_big_cold_splash_on_her_leg,_dampened_her_old_
blue_school_uniform_trousers_and_her_favorite_sneakers._She_sighed_without_a_sound,_bent_down_her_head_and_
packed_up_the_bag_together_with_all_the_screaming_thoughts_in_mind._With_several_steps_forward,_Cicia_walked_i
nto_the_rain_with_no_aim_and_concerns,_trying_to_pay_less_attention_to_the_things_in_mind. The_boy_carries_the_lake_with_him,_because_every_time_they_were_together_or_even_he_was_only_floating_in_her
_mind_due_to_the_reason_that_she_was_thinking_about_him,_she_can_even_smell_the_warm_and_steaming_spicines
s_of_the_pines._The_low_buzz_of_bees_flying_around_makes_her_heart_fuzzily_itches_like_kitty's_little_pink_pad's_to
uch._The_time_is_forever_between_sunset_and_afternoon._The_boy,_of_course,_is_there_beside_her_too,_--
dressed_like_a_rider,_wearing_a_dusty_worn_white_cotton_shirt,_a_waistcoat_made_with_jean_cloth_and_a_pair_of_g
rayish_brown_dungaree_trousers,_kicking_away_the_scree_in_front_of_him_with_the_miry_heavy_gambado_boots,_gr
abbing_the_rein_tightly_and_trying_to_keep_his_horse_quiet_and_easy._He_always_smiles,_throughout_the_three_ye
ars_they've_been_through.|It_just_rained_heavier._She_didn't_want_to_any_attention_to_the_attention_from_the_pas
sers-by:_they_were_either_rushing_to_get_back_home_earlier,_or_just_looking_for_a_place_to_wait,_have_a_cigarette
_and_continue_their_trips_after_the_weather_changed._Filtered_up_the_noise_of_traffic_on_the_way,_the_non-
related_talks_and_phone_conservation,_sound_of_the_rain_filled_up_her_ears._The_world_became_more_silent._Mayb
e_on_the_street_nobody_else_was_in_the_same_situation_as_her._She_was_just_identified_as_the_latest_sick_of_lone
liness_and_despair.

Outcome Ver 1

Chen turned around with the photo in hand. The boy spared one look on her, then took that photo away from her hand, said, plainly, "bye." Cold rain dripped down from the eave of the 6-level, 40-year old high school building fast to the quiet, vast lake in her mind. She didn't know when it appeared or it was just there at any time. She understood, "It was him.". It just rained heavier. She didn't want to any attention to the attention from the passers-by: they were either rushing to get back home earlier, or just looking for a place to wait, have a cigarette and continue their trips after the weather changed. Filtered up the noise of traffic on the way, the non-related talks and phone conservation, sound of the rain filled up her ears. The world became more silent. Maybe on the street nobody else was in the same situation as her. She was just identified as the latest sick of loneliness and despair.

Outcome Ver 2

Chen turned around with the photo in hand. The boy spared one look on her, then took that photo away from her hand, said, plainly, "bye." Cold rain dripped down from the eave of the 6-level, 40-year old high school building fast to the quiet, vast lake in her mind. She didn't know when it appeared or it was just there at any time. She understood, "It was him.". The boy carries the lake with him, because every time they were together or even he was only floating in her mind due to the reason that she was thinking about him, she can even smell the warm and steaming spiciness of the pines. The low buzz of bees flying around makes her heart fuzzily itches like kitty's little pink pad's touch. The time is forever between sunset and afternoon. The boy, of course, is there beside her too, --dressed like a rider, wearing a dusty worn white cotton shirt, a waistcoat made with jean cloth and a pair of grayish brown dungaree trousers, kicking away the scree in front of him with the miry heavy gambado boots, grabbing the rein tightly and trying to keep his horse quiet and easy. He always smiles, throughout the three years they've been through.

Outcome Ver 3

Chen turned around with the photo in hand. The boy standing in front of her smiled. The warmth dripped on to
the quiet, vast lake in her mind. She didn't know when it appeared or it was just there at any time. She understood, "It was him.". The boy carries the lake with him, because every time they were together or even he was only floating in her mind due to the reason that she was thinking about him, she can even smell the warm and steaming spiciness of the pines. The low buzz of bees flying around makes her heart fuzzily itches like kitty's little pink pad's touch. The time is forever between sunset and afternoon. The boy, of course, is there beside her too, --dressed like a rider, wearing a dusty worn white cotton shirt, a waistcoat made with jean cloth and a pair of grayish brown dungaree trousers, kicking away the scree in front of him with the miry heavy gambado boots, grabbing the rein tightly and trying to keep his horse quiet and easy. He always smiles, throughout the three years they've been through.