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I was just a boy you were about my age now 33 back then maybe 13. I remember staying on my father’s van all day while they built a house right across your home, you had a crush on me and I like you but my nerves and the fact that I didn’t speak a word of English didn’t help. I always wonder how you look, what you do, and how is your life. I remember you sending a friend to tell me you liked me but we never got to talk.
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