Everybody has to grow up and of course I'm not exception. the three-level school year left in me a lot of memories. It is said: "for the second, third, demonic magic school" is not wrong, but also because of the mischief that that it has left in me how memories. The last class of grade twelve it took place very quickly, in a sad, gloomy atmosphere. From that day we each 1 the Sun. Friendship well afterwards but I will forever not forgotten childhood memories of that morning. Deep dark memories to when far apart we forever remember and to tears recalling it.
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