Wait For Me to Come Home

I scanned the surroundings. There was not a soul in sight.

I quietly walked towards her courtyard, deep into the chilly night, treading on the pavement as much as possible so as to avoid suspicion from possible nocturnal eyes. I trace the boundary, and jump inside the lawn just below her window.

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