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I met Sam when I was sixteen years old. He came in the middle of the year, just in time for daddy’s business to start booming. He was a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy who had just transferred from the states; everyone made fun of his accent.
He was the only boy who had pulled me out of my depression. His infectious smile and laugh soon became mine as our friendship strengthened and developed over the months and years that we knew each other.
We spent almost every waking moment together and we shared everything, no secrets left, all were out in the open and we were stripped bare. Within only months of meeting each other he felt like he was an extension of me. When he was happy, I was happy. When he was sad, I was sad.
And vice versa.
Some might say that we had grown too dependent on each other, but they just didn’t understand our friendship.
That’s just how we worked.
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أدب المراهقينSamuel Blake was the boy who had dug Chloe Moore out of her depression when she was only sixteen years old. Now, two years later their friendship has stayed strong and they know each other inside and out, no secrets left what so ever. That is...
