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Everyday after school we would end up laughing through the window.

"She's nice..."

My parents never knew but my sister does. She would sometimes talk to her.

Sometimes we would talk for hours while drinking or munching delicious things.

One time, I wanted to give her a chocolate bar but she refuses again.

Weird, she doesn't like too much food.

Especially, sweets...

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