the threads in her head

She's a secret, the rare gem that only that 30plus number of people know. She's their secret. Her identity remains known only to that select group. They were brought together due to the random sorting done by computers, and together, they entered into that new room. Here in the space of one classroom, in a small little school along Dunearn road, up there at the fourth storey, and later, at the second storey, they shared in laugher and joy, went through teachers like a whirlwind, found a common love in literature, had good old times with star wars, and blossomed. The year was unique and they grabbed hold of every chance. 3 was their number, and 3 it stayed, till sec 3 where the were separated. She left, but they kept her, and no one else is to know the existence of her little stuff, of those sides and faces of her. Her blog is kept as an almost sacred secret. Wild lightning in their eyes, oh will you ever meet another like them. But shall I weep? No I won't. I'll just take that bottle of water from you, and gulp some down, before wiping off the droplets off my lips.
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Random rants. Sorry. And and, I can't bear this.
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My confidence in communicating/writing in chinese is totally wrecked. How nice.