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II. Like autumn, like letting go.Autumn where all the trees shed their leaves. And that's when I let you go. Like a deciduous tree where the trees shed all their leaves. Like Jakarta who laughs at me for missing you. Like a prayer prayer that we air together. I will let you go as easily as a tree drops its leaves.
So, in this paragraph, I letting you go. And finally, the sad hour routine
start now.
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