I’ll Just Be Friends With My Ex-Husband

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Being with Gerald, Alexid’s absence seemed to emerge more.

Alexid ran, waving the fruit in his hand.
The pants that my mother finely dressed were already covered with dirt, and the white short-sleeved shirt, sticking out, was already turning black.

“Mom is going to kill you.”

“What? What about me?” Alexid pouted his mouth and threw the fruit at me.

Bang!

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That stupid kid!

The juice of the squishy fruit dripped down my face.
I heard the sound of my elegance, cuteness, and beauty shattering.

“You’re dead! I’m going to kill you! Come here!” I yelled.

Alexid ran away from me, throwing off my shoes and beating around the bush.

“Argh! A monster is chasing me! Jeje, please save me!”

This peanut brother is a lifelong enemy.
Your gravesite will be declared here today.

He reached out to Gerald and the one hiding behind his grandmother.

“Come here!”

“Lulu, you’ll get hurt.”

Gerald moved to support me, and the wind caught Alexid’s hair in my hand.

“Argh! I’m going to be bald! Let go of me, pig! Let go!”

I heard my grandmother’s laughter loudly.

Oh, really .
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My elegance .
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It already disappeared.

* * *

Gerald patiently wiped the fruit pieces off my face.

Alexid was caught like a monkey in our grandaunt’s hand because our grandaunt thought he had to change first.
His head became sporadic and he bragged.

Fortunately, my dress wasn’t very messy, and it only had to be wiped off in a few places.

“Hoo .
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Gerald carefully blew out what was on my face.
It is enough to gently shake off what fruit has dried up on my face.

Pretty.

He’s pretty.

He’s really pretty.

The unicorn was shining in the sun.

This place was like a treasure box full of my memories.
And there was definitely a guy in the treasure box.
And it was him because he has always been with me.

He’s always been a good friend to me.

A friend who shared everything with me.

The touch of wiping my face with a handkerchief was so sweet.
The affection he had mixed in the eight-year-old’s clumsiness somehow made me sad.

Why wasn’t it like this then?

Why weren’t you by my side then?

Why .
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