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It was almost five years ago when you told me your secret, and I promised that I would never tell anybody. I admired you because of that, although I was only nine you had told me the truth, without the thick sugarcoating.That was when I last saw you, in all of your messy faced glory, after your eleventh birthday party, while we sat on the porch step of your grandmother's house, eating the last of your chocolate cake. I had known you for three years and you were still the disorganized child you had been when I met you.I still remember you grabbing my wrist and pulling me around back, then us running back up front before your mother came outside, our hair threaded with cherry blossoms. I can still see you put a finger to your mouth, and the smile you gave me when I returned the gesture, as my mother pulled
out of your driveway. And when I got home that evening my mother asked me why I had grass stains on my pants, while she wiped my face with a warm washrag. I had lied and told her that I had tripped, all she did was nod and frown at the azure stain around my mouth. That night when I went to bed I thought about what you meant when you said you loved me. But I will never tell.

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It was almost five years ago when you told me your secret, and I promised that I would never tell anybody. I admired you because of that, although I was only nine you had told me the truth, without the thick sugarcoating.That was when I last saw you, in all of your messy faced glory, after your eleventh birthday party, while we sat on the porch step of your grandmother's house, eating the last of your chocolate cake. I had known you for three years and you were still the disorganized child you had been when I met you.I still remember you grabbing my wrist and pulling me around back, then us running back up front before your mother came outside, our hair threaded with cherry blossoms. I can still see you put a finger to your mouth, and the smile you gave me when I returned the gesture, as my mother pulled
out of your driveway. And when I got home that evening my mother asked me why I had grass stains on my pants, while she wiped my face with a warm washrag. I had lied and told her that I had tripped, all she did was nod and frown at the azure stain around my mouth. That night when I went to bed I thought about what you meant when you said you loved me. But I will never tell.