I am eleven years old and I am an outgoing boy.
I hear the kids laughing in the park.
I see the birds fiying in the morning.
I want my city to be cleaner than before.
I am eleven years old and I am an outgoing boy.
I know I have a good brother.
I touch computer every weekend.
I worry I can't go to my friend's house.
I cry because my computer was broken.
I am eleven years old and I am an outgoing boy.
I say my house is tall.
I dream someone want to kill me.
I try how to get the better grad.
I hope I can buy a new callphone.
I am eleven years old and I am an outgoing boy.
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