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"Why do you look so sad?" A little guy asked and sat at the swing beside me. "Nothing. You don't have to know." I said and looked at the other side. I'm not crying, I'm just sad. "Do you play those well?" He asked again pertaining to my roller skates. "I won't bring them here if I don't." I heard him chuckled. "I also have those. Do you want to play with me?" looked at him because he won't leave me and he's asking a lot of questions. "If you're good at them, then I will." I said. He told me to wait and he will get his rollers and I just sat there. I don't expect him to come back, I just don't want to go home yet because I'm not in the mood to do so. "Here. Let's go?" He said. I wore my roller skates and he lend a hand but I didn't accept it. "I can handle it." I said and started s
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