there's this boy named Imran.
he said we were classmates since second grade but i didn't noticed him, not until now (third grade).
during break time, we used to play with our classmates and he really is a great player. after class, we go to their house but i don't remember what are we doing there, anymore. most of the time, we play and play during our empty period. when we reached forth grade, his family decided to moved to Basilan and let them continue their studies there. so, me and my classmates decided to give him a letter. unfortunately, my mother saw it in my bag and read it. and he didn't allow me to give it to him especially with my picture in it.
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