The night is dark and rainy. As you walk down the sidewalk you pass a bus stop, at in that bus stop is a pretty Goth woman, staring up into the dark sky. You look over at her and suddenly you realize that she's quietly crying in the rain. You feel awkward, unsure what to say or do as you walk past the bus stop. You hear he quietly say to herself All those memories...
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