When I was a child, I was playing with my ball and my friend Andres. Bothered me because he wanted to be king of the futbol we had a fight for the ball. If I hadn't fought my mom wouldn't scolded me.
Since that day Andres and I were not good friends anymore.
Since that day Andres and I were not good friends anymore.
This story makes me feel very sad, because I did not have my best childhood friend and soon after moved out of the house and I never saw him again.
After that fight I learned that It was not worth it fighting because I could lose a friendship
After that fight I learned that It was not worth it fighting because I could lose a friendship
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