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The art of making Friends Back when I still lived in a village, when my worked at the airport and my dad worked for another carpenter. I can remember that I used to play at the playgrounds with the other children. We didn’t really know each other, but that didn’t matter, when you are kids, you don’t hold back, as you do, as you grow up. My childhood was the easiest time of my life. Because then I didn’t matter whether you were smart, stupid, cool or awkward. You would just play and anything didn’t matter other than having fun.
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