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"i used to come up here all the time after school"

"its really nice up here... so how long have you known connor"

connah

"for a while... since like middle school"

"cool... is he your best friend?"

"well not really, i mean we kinda are but i dont classify him as that"

"what do you classify me as?" he asked

"best friend"

"jacob you dont mean that do you?" he gasped hitting my arm

my cheeks turned red and i laid back on the rock

"your right I'm lying" i said sarcastically

his face scrunched up and he punched my arm, then laid down next to me looking at the sky.

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