One Saturday morning, I was at my favorite cafe thinking about fashion. I looked around to check what stylish people were wearing. Then, I found a handkerchief on the wooden floor near a cool-looking man. He was reading a book and didn’t notice it. I stood up, picked it up, and said to him, “Excuse me. Did you drop this?” He turned his face toward me, but he seemed puzzled. “It’s not mine,” he said. I was confused. I looked at it again. It seemed familiar to me…….It was mine! “Shall I look for the owner with you?” the man said. “No, you don’t have to. Thanks.” My face turned red, and I wanted to go back home.　  (118 words)
By Ryugen S.

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