We met when we were 4 at the playground. Do you remember?
I was new in town and you were on the slide. You slid down happily, smiling like there's not a single problem in the world.
I wanted to feel that too. Scared. But I slid down, only to land on my butt on the dirty ground.
You laughed at me and I cried. You rolled your eyes before reaching out your small hand to help me.
That's where our friendship bloomed.
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Untouchable
Short StoryI'm trying a new writing style and this will be another short story. I have seen a lot of short stories that use this writing style so I ought to try it out. I don't want to make a full book since I'm already stocked up with unfinished books. I hop...
