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Shortly, the wind became worst. He went inside the house and spent the remainder of the night editing, reconstructing and rewriting his work over another canfuls of beer.

The next day, he visited the publication office in his campus. The article had been neatly put on paper and was now assuredly held in his hands. Summoning his courage, he knocked on the door of the literary room. Immediately, it opened.

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William stopped and exhaled a long breath. Unknowingly, silent tears formed in his eyes.

….Yes, I know that I could be hurt over and over again….

Those words were the same thoughts William had as he watched the girl. Those were the same feelings he had then. But the heartache, it was no longer the same.

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....One time, I decided to visit a friend in the nearby town. I waited for a bus along the highway. So when I saw one coming, I hailed it and sat on the only vacant seat which was along the aisle. The music, a rock one, was really great that I started thumping my foot on the floor to the beat of it. Just then, on my side across the aisle, a voice impatiently said: “Will you please stop that noise?”….

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William then write about Mary Jane whom he had a week-long affair when they were only thirteen.

….She dumped me for no good reason. She simply said, “Will, I am not interested with you any longer so let’s split up,” and then left. It drove me nuts for I was madly attracted to her. But I got even. I and my friends locked her in the men’s restroom….

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Sometimes, I wonder if boys really do love.

The statement kept playing in William’s mind. For the tenth time tonight, he crumpled a paper and shot it into the garbage can in front of his table. He stretched himself over the cushioned chair and placed his hands at the back of his head. At least three hours had already passed but he still could not find the exact words to express his feelings. What particular feelings, he did not know either.