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The boy only comes once a week. But that means I have something to look forward to every week, so it's okay.

He told me his name.

"I'm Hoseok. But you can call me Hobi."

His name fit him like a glove. He's like Sunshine.

"I'm Mina"

"You have a pretty name."

"Thank you."

I'd like to be friends with this Hobi. He's a lot nicer than the doctors.

"How long have you been here?"

"It feels like forever."

"I bet. This room feels so sad."

I think he likes to smile a lot.

He keeps doing it.

"But you'll get out soon. I know it."

"I hope so."

"I'll come visit you sometimes, if you want. It must be lonely here."

"OK. But don't you have your friends and school?"

He bounced on his feet.

"Not really. I don't have many friends. School is pretty lonely."

He told me the people there are mean to him.

I don't have friends.

And the doctors are mean.

"We can be friends then."

I'd like that.

I think I'd really like that.

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