The word "don't" was nothing but a mere whisper, and the thin line the endless sea makes was barely visible, faded by the growing ambition to conquer the world together, to own it like the pairs of comfortable Chucks on our feet.
"Where to start?" They asked.
"French fries at Mcdonald's!"
We won that night, and the next days could only lead to more victorious ones. Or so I thought.
"I miss us, guys."
It's no longer us versus the world now, looks like distance is a way tougher opponent.
"Guys?"
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