Project: 10 Year
When he lived in Korea, he didn’t have a car and neither did I. We walked everywhere. Every time I go over to his place, he met me at a bus terminal and we walked to the base. In my memory, there were two big hills from the gate to his room. I’m not sure it was that big but it seems so long to get to his room. From time to time, we took a taxi but most of the time we walked. We liked to walk holding hands and talk to each other. That was one of our favorite things to do together. We still like to walk for a long time and just talk.
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