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Lucy wasn’t ever my friend. We just bumped into each other several times. Most of the time we met in our work, where we would gather with the rest of the fashion pack. Lucy was a close friend’s girlfriend of mine. Things started to turn complicated. Things that I did not want to involve in. Sometimes it’s much better not to know too much or understand too well. But Lucy was obvious.I just couldn’t stop finding out her bad intentions. Again and again, but I knew there was no point in confronting or even asking. I ve done that once, and I’d surely confirmed that is due to some sort of "lemon juices". I often thought Lucy’s acting talents were a great loss to the Hollywood. Perhaps, this is what we called Love. Needless to say, the best way to avoid this kind of adult incident is to keep a great great distance with your close friend. Everytime, I would complaint to my sisters about my ‘innocence’ and why, I did not do anything wrong. Positive advices given yet I am still not understand. Day flies. Again we met in this beautiful duty free island, still not really feeling comfy, but more than a little confused, I had decided to be friend with Lucy. I was quite impressed with that choice, but it was so strange when Lucy was around, trying hard to get involved in every conversations but ended up being treated like the invisible woman in Fantastic Four. Fine. The other strange thing about this was Lucy still not-to-mention liking me though Lucy’s love story had became a history. Kindly appreciated two of our friends who were trying to get things fix,but failed. Fine. Till yest, I saw Lucy’s blog. I paused a moment. Perhaps this is what we called Love. I started to realize the power of love. I suddenly felt sympathy to Lucy with her paranoia and unnecessary "lemon juices". She’d probably spent the rest of her past months worrying and crying. Though I felt sorry for that, I really really never did anything wrong. Dear Lucy, you are a beautiful, clever girl. But I am sorry to say that you’ve got absolutely the wrong human thought in judging. It’s a simple story really. And I really hope it would end up with a happy ending.

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