One of my friends back in junior high school suddenly popped up in my apartment yesterday, staying for 2 days in my housemate's room. Funny how I feel, I think nevertheless, playing back my memory of me and him, we weren't close: even he was in my enemy's group; I feel happy just to see him after all these years.
Time flies. He's changed, I can tell. He was nothing like he was, he is now better. Way better. I can tell from what he says, I can tell from the gestures. Grown up.
I'm so happy to see him again after all these years.
Really happy.
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