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Sunny. The weather was fine down in the fields near the training camps of the military. The grass swayed easily, dancing with the soft wind that continuously blew in such an open space, and the clouds seemed like little, furry lambs in wool season- or at least, so _______ liked to call them. She smiled at those unanimated animals and looked down at her duties- which, for the whole day, today, have been hanging laundry. A long rope mercilessly swayed to the wind, and as she looked left, there were clothes hanging dry, and as she looked right you could see nothing but the pile of damp clothes sitting on her shoulder, waiting to get a sunbath a

She was a girl that liked to cry alone. So here, that’s how our story begins. She was a girl that liked to cry alone, hugging her knees when there was no one to hug. Here she is, sitting down on the school floor. No one is around at this hour, and that’s the right time to sit down by herself and cry. Even the crumpled hanky, so tight in her hand, seemed to have pity of her. After all, this was the only thing that was with her everyday, that had close to her everyday, the only thing that has seen her tears is a little hanky. ‘This hanky must have gotten tired of my crying’, the girl thought, between silent gasps for