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You were the first person to talk to me when I reached the United States because you came to my house and asked if I wanted to walk to school together. That fall was the heaviest winter I’ve seen in Michigan with non-stop snow storms mid October. You taught me important things like soda was called “pop” and bookbag was called “backpack”. You played the flute for me when we walked.
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