I remember when we made up.
It was a hot July day.
I was at twinkle’s swimming
And you came over to see Christian
While you were there you also apologized to me.
We tired to talk
But Christian wouldn’t let us.
I was also crying so I told you I would call you later.
When I called you we became friends.
But this time I also wanted to be just friends.
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