Moi et comment j’ai pleuré la nuit 3
written by Arianna
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Last Updated
05/31/21
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The fatal memory
Chapter 2
The memory came to his mind.
It was a Thursday. Our teacher came to tell us that she would be replaced by an unknown reason. I always hoped to see her again one day, but that day was never presented. She had long since given up hope. No matter how many times she asked her teacher for news, nothing. No trace, no news.
Cally started to cry. She remembers her ippotese which she could not imagine true. What if she died? What if she had gone to heaven? But the thought was too painful, Cally cried even more, alone, with no one to console her, no one to hear it.
Me and how I cried on night 3, true story
It was a Thursday. Our teacher came to tell us that she would be replaced by an unknown reason. I always hoped to see her again one day, but that day was never presented. She had long since given up hope. No matter how many times she asked her teacher for news, nothing. No trace, no news.
Cally started to cry. She remembers her ippotese which she could not imagine true. What if she died? What if she had gone to heaven? But the thought was too painful, Cally cried even more, alone, with no one to console her, no one to hear it.
Me and how I cried on night 3, true story
