Eighth Memory

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When I told him I only talk to people who are my friends, because I'm shy, he looked at me in surprise and grinned, and held his hand to his heart in an over-exaggerated motion and said, "I'm your friend?" Of course I said yes, if he wanted to be, and he told me it was an honor. When I asked him why, he said I was the kindest person he knew who's a freshman. I told S, the person who introduced us because they're friends with both of us, about it the next day and they said he needed to get a better taste in friends, and went on for a while about how mean I am to them so much of the time. I can't really argue with her about that.

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