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Nightfall aglow adorned the whole clouds, and the quarter-moon sheeny the sphere beamingly. Last night, we had time to leave for a hang out. With our faces and clothes neatly sorted, a sensual scent bosomed our entire bodies.

Leutwin's Mingyu had a genuine luring phase having dinner with Rosier's Chaeyeon. We dined fancily—laughter and long-lasting enjoyment in between each mouthful we swallowed. And we took photos for a well-known memory. Whilst gazing at the stars and the city through the mullioned window, a suavity which perhaps be sporadic.

Then, stories that never seem to end. With the bellies jammed, we headed to the art museum, where the auld lang syne abstract was classily framed. We walked at a leisurely pace, bearing clump walks to observe the belight adorning the walls, whilst snapping photos each other.

En route home, I made sure to stop off at a roadside stall to purchase two ice cream, surely with him. What a splendid way to cut short the midnight! Shall we ever find the time to create the records anew?