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Sometimes, I daydream. That a certain student has come to school, and they have everything. Everyone wants to be friends with them. This new student picks me out of all the people in the school. I would look at them in shock. "Me?" They would smile at me and say, "It's been a long time, Aether." The other students would look on in shock and murmur in each other's ears. "Do they know each other? Have they met before?" And they would ignore those whispers and sit right next to me. I have nothing for others to envy about. I'm not smart, and I'm not athletic. It was only a chance that we'd met before. We'll be attached by the hip. We'll go everywhere together. Other people would ask them to hang out, but all they'll respond with is, "I'm with Aether." In other words, they'll be loyal. So that I'll be no longer alone. I've always dreamt that this would one day happen. And I know it never will.
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