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Jesteśm not friends because we sit together at each break, we talk on the phone, we have matching flip-flops or can recite the contents of their cabinets. When you smile, smile involuntarily comes to my face - no matter how bad I am for you. When you cry, I too feel your pain and I want to cry with you. When I look into your eyes, I know that there is no one whom I could trust more. It is precisely this means that we are friends.
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