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Gf : Kita main satu game nak tak ?
Bf : Game apa ?
Gf : Mcam ni , esok awak tak paya contact saya . Mksudnya tak paya text call or apa apa yng berkaitan lah . Saya pun buat mcam tuu dkat awak okay ? Kita tgok spea menang .
Bf : Okay !
... Esoknya , si Bf terpksa lah than rindu dkat Gf . Mengenangkan yng ni satu permintaan , si Bf cuba kuatkan hati .

Keesokkan harinya , si Bf call si Gf . Tapi tak dijwab . So si Bf pegi dkat ruma Gf dia . Di luar ruma ,rmai orng . Dia mula rasa pelik then trus msok ke ruma . Sekujur tubuh terbaring kaku di tnga ruma . Dan tubuh tuu adalah jasad si Gf yng dah meninggal . Mak si Gf pun bagi surat dkat BF .
Surat yng bertulis :

Sayang , smlam awak dpat hdup sehari tnpa saya . Saya pasti esok dan seterusnya pasti awak dpat hdup bhagia tnpa saya . Love you ♥

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