My friendship is as an eraser.
First, I worried about my friends. I would like to understand their feelings, and I was a slave to them. I tried to keep their birthdays in mind as I cut out sleeping. My free time was wearing off like an eraser, but I was satisfied with it because I felt my sharp personality was improved by doing so. I had a pure and white heat then. My friends needed me and I needed them too. They said that I could remove their unhappy things. I was very glad to hear it, so I thought what things caused them distress. I wanted to maintain this friendship.
good job!
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