When I grade 9, I was like a guy, who is my classmate. I try to become better, to make him pay attention. However, he only knows to learn, he's introverted. some time with him, I've shed but without success. I am very sad. Yet I have not quit, I choose the school to learn along with him. life as a dream, we learn different class and very rarely get to see him at school. We lost contact and become strangers.
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