-returning from the school he crossed the same path through the forest but he did not turn even once to look in that direction,, there was some kind of annoyance he kept hidden in his heart, he had written so many letters and not one was answered, he pedaled his cycle vigrously to cross that stretch,, his letter was more beautifully decorative than all , he had drawn lovely blossoms and stars and painted them with colourful markers, he had remembered to put full stops after every sentence ,the paper he used was extra clean and markers of very good quality
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