Part 33

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I remember the day we met.
We were young, not knowing what was to happen.
I was shy, but yet talkative when we became friends.
You were awkward, even at 10.
I met you at school, at my desk that day.
You asked for some glue, I gave it to you.
Not knowing what would happen.

-Me

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