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He's a friend.
When my cousins refused to play with me.
When the four corners of our house seemed to be more human than people.
When no one would accompany me chase the hovering clouds no matter how impossible.
When the sun left the sky in red.

He's a friend,
yes,
although,
he had finally reached the clouds,
and with the sun,
he went.

He is a friend.