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After the day we became friends you visited me more.

'Why don't you play with me?' You said as you pouted while crossing your arms.

'Well my mom says I can't.'  I frowned a little since I really wanted to play with you but I was restricted to.

'Why not?' I glanced over at you with your sparking eyes, your chubby cheeks, your frizzy but beautiful black hair.

'I don't know my mom says I'm too young to understand.' Then you pouted even more in defeat causing me blush like always when I'm around you.

'But I can always come and talk with you right?' You said that in such a sad tone while you were still pouting. I nodded causing you to revert back to your happy state.

You leaned closer to me and our shoulders were basically touching. I could see your face filled with blush. I silently laughed as we looked forwards, gazing upon the sky.

At that time I was 10 and you were still 8.

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