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I was raised in the country. I did chores on the farm, went fishing and camping a few times (sometimes by myself) – but I had no friends, not even someone to write to.
By the time that I was twelve years old, I was put into public school… and, at first, everyone seemed nice. I hadn’t made any friends, but I found a worst enemy – Dustin W.
Soon, he had gotten half of the seventh grade into a group that had only one objective – to kick my a**.
The next year, in 8th grade, the group had gone but the students’ hate for me had only grown.
There were times when he was about to get into major trouble, but I stepped in a few times to help him out. There were even a few time that I “took the bullet” for his actions.
He got to know me for who I am, and now he takes pride in calling me his friend.
And I’ll tell you this: I am just as proud to call him MY friend!
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