*Claire’s Point of View*
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"Uh, do I... uh, know you?" I asked the girl cluelessly since she's so happy seeing and knowing that it's me.
Well, there are lots of people who knew me after all.
"Oh, uh... No, but I know you. I am someone's sister that knows you. I mean, I have a sister that knows you. Uh, a classmate of yours in elementary school." She stammered, and I just gave her a very confused face.
She looks like she's twenty-something up. And she's pretty. But no one is prettier than my girl. No, my girl is not pretty; she is gorgeous. Yep. And I miss her badly.
"Umm, there's a lot of them? Uh, which exactly?" I asked her, and I really don't have any idea who she is.
"Well, do you remember a girl that always made fun of you back in your primary days?" She asked, and she's maki
