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RE: Sit Around the Table – #freewrite 38, Day 1132
I remember when I was a small, I have a friend who will bring me candies in the afternoon after he came home and I love my old friend because he is someone I have great respect with. My mother is his favorite and it's our friendship I can remember as well.
A sweet story. Thanks for reading and sharing. Is your friend still living?
A sweet story. Thanks
For reading and sharing. Is
Your friend still living?
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