Day 19: Dear N,

I remember you as one of the people who worried too much about me going some place else for college. You used to warn me of the climate and scares of the city. You told me I was a stubborn kid for pushing through.

You used to call me at exactly twelve noon every midweek. But gradually, they declined, until I never get to talk to you again.

Nobody knows where you are now.

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