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| GIRL: | Well, I think it's terrific that your friends trust you so much that they let you have access to their house. | ||
| BOY: | This is a really nice house, isn't it? I wouldn't mind living here myself. | ||
| GIRL: | So... however did you get to meet such kind and generous and obviously well off people? | ||
| BOY: | Oh, just in school, and then well... the kid who lives here and I became close... almost like brothers. You know, like... I'm a member of their family | ||
| GIRL: | Wow... they must really trust you. | ||
| BOY: | I've always found it kinda funny to think how you really become friends with people. When you meet people, at first, you just really don't know how things will turn out. Then time passes and, well... just look at this relationship, for instance, do you know what I mean? | ||
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