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I was in a meeting that day and went out to use the bathroom. My cell phone was placed on the table in the conference room. The ringtone rang. Her name was seen by others. When I came back, someone laughed: Tianmo? Isn't this the porridge that Jinan people drink in the morning? Tianmo is my classmate. Strictly speaking, she is in the same grade in elementary school and junior high school. In my eyes, Tianmo has been beautiful since she was a child. I remember that in the third grade, the teacher rearranged the seats and separated Wang Xiaomei and me. Tianmo and I sat together. Tianmo came to the seat holding her schoolbag, pointed at Wang Xiaomei and asked: "Do you prefer to sit with her or with me?" I looked at her big twinkling eyes and replied: "With you." Tianmo looked back at Wang Xiaomei and laughed: "Wang Xiaomei, you lost, you can't compare to me.
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