glancing up from my breakfast of semi-cooked eggs and hainanese toast, i saw her standing there. cleopatra-styled hair cut. skin as fair as snow. her skirt in the most glaring of colour. for a moment there, i caught my breath. my heart skipped a beat. the resemblance is most obvious. if only that was really her, standing there right before my eyes. if only i can call out, 'hey lis! what are you doing here?'.
with a sigh, i acknowledge that i still remember.
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who is lis? is lis... she?
who else can it be?
named revealed then.
and i chose to call her lyn... quite close.
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