In 2002 Where I met you
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I was sitting on the playground swing, brushing my small feet on the ground as the swing moves, creating dust particles flying from my feet into thin air, as a small smile cracked up on my face.
I had no friends, because i was always shy, even to my aunts and uncles, cousins and relatives. I was close to no one. Except for, the 4-year-old kid who approached me. We we're bestfriends, haven't seen him in years. And i MISS him.
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