The first time I met J, she was wearing a washed white cotton skirt with scattered purple flowers on the skirt, which was very beautiful.
She told me that this was Platycodon, a purple platycodon flower. Her father had tie-dyed it for him himself.
The first time I quarreled with J was on her 11th birthday. I bit a large piece of skin on her right thumb. She can't hurt me, I'm stronger than her.
The last time we quarreled, we were already at a sensible and polite age, but our quarrel was very fierce.
Her face was pale and my face was hideous.
The reason is unknown.
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