Sometimes the clouds in the sky look like a chubby cat, and at other times they simply look like shifting mist, unpredictable and elusive—much like human hearts and thoughts.
To those around her, Elizabeth was just such an unpredictable cloud.
Looking back at her life from the past to the present, she had no sense of purpose.
"I walked here, so I did it"—this creed left her with very few friends.
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