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Before getting on the plane, Jake looked at
me with a smile:
“I’ll come to see you.”
I smiled. “Then I’ll wait for you.”
He suddenly grabbed my hand.
The always cheerful boy was actually a little
hesitant:
“Well… what do you think of me?”
I was stunned, then curved my lips:
“Come to see me this year, and I’ll tell you.”
When I walked out a distance, he suddenly
shouted at me:
I turned around and smiled at him through the
crowd:
“I’ll wait for you!”
