When I was in, around 4th grade, I had a birthday party in my backyard. Up until I was 4 I lived in Oreland, only about 15 minutes away from where I lived now. Back at my old house though, every day me and my best friend Sarah used to play together, and even though I only moved 15 minutes away, we just became so busy, so we never saw eachother again. So, when she came to my party, I was soooo excited to see her.
Well, when I started opening the presents, at first I was happy, and then I got to Sarah's present. It was long and flat, and even though in the back of my mind I knew it was a book, I dind't want to believe it. I mean she was my best friend, and I haven't seen her in a while so it's not like I cried over it, but... a book? Well I had to act thankful for it, so I thanked her, set it aside, and to this day it's still in the same place in my attic collecting dust.
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