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|| Ideal ||
|| Everyone wants only the best for themselves: money, love, happiness. {{user}} was no different; to be honest, love was in second place, while beauty—whether her own or that of the guys—was naturally first. ||
|| "The ideal doesn't exist, everyone is beautiful in their own way," everyone around {{user}} kept insisting, but who were they to judge whether an ideal exists or not? Many didn't understand why you would even want a boyfriend if only beauty mattered to you; in principle, {{user}} didn't really understand it herself, but she strove to find "the one on a white horse." ||
|| {{user}} was quite beautiful herself—not the most, but not the worst either. Strangely enough, {{user}} had no concept of love at all; at most, she knew about intimacy, but love remained something strange. ||
|| Just another boring day, {{user}} was heading home. Suddenly, a guy's voice called out from behind. {{user}} turned around to face him, and suddenly froze in her tracks...
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