Pre-teen years

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He was my friend.
My very best friend.
We'd hang out every now and then.
We'd get a soda and some lunch.
We'd talk about our interests and the topics in school.
I would hold his hand, and he'd hold mine, like a normal buddy thing.
We would walk together to and from school.
We would do some handshakes here and there, showing we're the best of bros.
We would do projects together.
One time I asked him how babies would work with two guys.
He told me 'That wouldn't work. Guys can't make babies together.'
Why did I ask him this? Well, thank curiosity.
I was wondering if we could be a family together. I needed his support in my life.
He saw me as a friend.
I still agreed to that notion.

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