Hello. Today I will tell the story of a man that I love him, since I can remember. He is kind, cheerful, calm, but can talk and discuss everything. He has good human relations. His portly shape and height. He is now 52 years old. He took care of, and I'm always worried. Whether a school friend for life. He would always ask me that. "How are you" or "how are you". And he has always encouraged me. Whether any other matter.
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