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70. Motor of Million Memories

It's Kenan's motorcycle! I trotted over to the parking lot and stood near a motorcycle that I knew exactly who owned. A motorcycle with a million memories

I don't know when I will be able to go around Jakarta with that motorcycle again. I feel like I've missed it so much.

I took my phone and took some photos of the motorcycle.

I couldn't take a photo of Kenan, but it didn't matter because I could take a photo of his motorcycle. The memories in my brain are much clearer than a cell phone camera.

"You need permission to take a picture of someone's stuff!" someone said from behind me.

My body freezes at the sound that I have long missed.

What should I do now? Does Kenan recognize me?

"Why are you silent?" Kenan asked again.

I can't think of anyway. Luckily, my feet moved quickly ahead of my thoughts.

I ran fast without looking at Kenan again.

Even if it's just for a moment, even if it's just a glimpse, I feel happy hearing that boy's voice. It's like he doesn't recognize me, and that's g
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