This, this is my little place. People don't see me when I'm there, and I am fine with it. On the contrary, I like it. Because this is my little place. People go by, have fun in front of me, laugh together. But most importantly: they ARE together. All together. Some come often. They become " group friend number 1", "group friend number 2" etc etc. It could make me smile, sometimes. To watch them have fun. Then THEY come. A smaller group of friends. When they are, I cannot smile. Who could? They always come next to my little place. Play card-games, some I don't even understand the rules. You want to know why they don't make me smile? Because I was once in their group of friends, before they put me in my little space. Like this 30 years old man back there, or the little girl on the other side, crying because her friends left her for the new classmate.
These are our little places and those were our groups of friends.
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