Where is my math from that day …
Wrote it all down before 
But I like this story …

OK, there were once two beautiful teenagers who met at a summer camp he captivated me, but he was older. I always felt so strange around him. I was like looking into my own mirror. That’s why you think of Sassas tea.
https://nostrcheck.me/media/2aadfb8ac7d43aca6d164ed99248147910048269601ff60d4463c4d5b3abfdcd/fcd82b5cff9167407b9b3c3df4fe33e94b84502bf3b5a2270f34e71aa937e09d.webp