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On my first day I met a new friend. We had the same new sneakers And sharpened pencils And coloring books And backpacks And French braids And rulers And we smelled the same smells of our school. My pencil eraser broke off and fell to the old wooden floor when I erased my drawing too hard And she picked it up And said, “I’ll never forget you.”

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