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Everytime I'm sad, I have him. He's my neighbor, my friend and my everything. Since I was 6 years old, he has been living in a house next door to mine. Once his mother came to my house and talked with my mother, he went with his mother, too. We played together all day and became friends. He was very cute then, and now he is as handsome as I think. He knows a lot about me. In my birthday, he always makes a wonderful big cake and gives it to me. I'm very lucky because that boy is my neighbor. We belong with each other. For sure we all know that.
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