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You are my first real friend. A friendship based on mutual admiration and not on simple vicinity and lack of other options. You had moved here from Swan Hill because of your Dad’s work.
I remember living with my grandmother so I could go to this particular school with all the subjects that I wanted but couldn’t get at my old school.
I remember being so lost and overwhelmed at the size of this new school and crying in a stairwell on my first day.
I remember seeing you in art class and after a few days we end up sitting together and talking about books.