"At that time, you agonized for a long while, unsure what to write on the small piece of paper, unsure of what content could deceive the enemy, deceive the director, deceive the whole world, yet only you could understand."
The girl stood up, eyes resolute, and reached forward:
"Give me a piece of paper and a pen... I'll write it for you!"
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"Everyone living in Brooklyn dreams of going to Manhattan."
The poor girl sat on the crate at the pier, swinging her legs, gazing at the towering skyscrapers across the river:
"But, I can't go."
She looked helplessly at the rushing river:
"See that Brooklyn Bridge? It looks like a bridge, but actually, it's a wall, a towering wall standing between Brooklyn and Manhattan, insurmountable."
"At the same time, it's also the wall that we... can never cross over."
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"March 28, 2024... What a distant day it is. But you're right, one should have dreams, what if they come true?"
The girl chuckled, making a serious promise:
