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  • I want you to know that I still remember. Every single time I hear a car pass by, playing some terrible and annoying song, I remember of you.
    On those lazy and cloudy saturday mornings, whenever one of those cars would stop in front of our class waiting for the red light to turn green, you'd look mad for one second - no more than that. Hell, everyone in the class was mad, but you were the only one who would crack a smile and say "As soon as I get my driver's licence I'll go get a car and pass in front of this very same class with the volume turned all up, playing the loudest rock I can find."

    It was enough to turn my lazy and cloudy day a little bit brighter

    And everytime I hear one of those I remember that. And I remember your smile. And your sense of humor. And, boy, that's when I miss those old days the most.
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