Sorry, but I can't.

A Story by Nekochan

I remember when I saw her swinging at the playground. She had a light blue shirt on. I was depressed because I was moving away from (that same girl) a dear grave.

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I was swinging when I saw him. He looked depressed... I slowed down the pace of the swing.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

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I sat on the swing next to her. She asked me what's wrong. I kept quite and just sat there. I felt tears run down my cheeks.

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I got off the swing to see better. I lifted his head to find him crying.

"Oh, don't cry!! When you're you can tell me what's wrong, okay?" I hugged him close and he hesitated at first but then hugged me back.

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The girl hugged me close and at first I didn't know what to make of the situation, then hugged her back. I had been crying for quite some time when I sniffled and faced her.

"I'm moving away from my first and only friend's grave." I nearly cried again.

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