There were fireflies in the valley that day, she remembered. Later she sat there circled by his arms, her own, outstretched, willing a firefly to sit on her palm and twinkle slowly like the stars.
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After a while, that guy finally left (yeah!) and she continued to sit there, by herself. She hadn’t seen me yet; thank god for that. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and started penning down something.