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Our classrooms were far away, and there was nearly no chance of us getting assigned to the same class in our choice of elective subjects.

It's so big I probably won't get to know how some people are called until we graduate.

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Why would we come across each other at breaks so often?

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The school entrance ceremony on that day was no different.

I was in class J. Two completely different corners of the building.

Why would we bump into each other at committee sessions and school events?

It's all at the string's whim. .

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It draws us together.

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