It was eight years before I felt truly sad. Why do I always play the awkward kid? She obviously wanted it but refused to ask, thinking it would be better to give up. I thought that was maturity. In the eyes of a child, nonchalant calmness is the maturity of an adult. As everyone knows, in the world of adults, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, good or bad are not so clear. And I, immaturely pretending to be mature, for no reason, a lot of laughter is missing from my childhood memories, and a lot of helplessness is added.
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