Two hours to go... 1 時 to go... 50 minutes... 45 minutes. I was starting to get sick of waiting. Why couldn't time 移動する faster? Edward, my boyfriend, had promised to pick me up 10 o clock. Okay, wrong choice of word. the word boyfriend doesn't really illustrate enough of my eternal commitment for Edward, but it's the closest I can get without sounding stupid. Anyway, it was New Years Eve and Edward and I were going to spend the last few hours of the 年 concentrating on being together. Then we were going somewhere special to see the New 年 in. That's all Edward would tell me. The rest...
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