I dislike rain.
I loved girls of the classmates in old days.
She loved me, too.
We arrange to meet and went for a walk well on a fine day.
I liked her smile.
She disliked rain.
I asked her the reason.
She answered while crying.
"Because I cannot meet you....."
I disliked her tearful face.
From the day, I came to dislike rain.
An old story.....
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