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My name is Maddie. Let me tell you about my last three weeks. I saw things that I never expected to endure, so get comfortable and keep reading.
Three weeks ago, I started to go to the gym with my friends. One of these days I saw my neighbour in my dancing classes watching us. When we finished, he got close to me and asked me if we could go together to our house. We really became very good friends and I started to spend a lot of time with him.
Such good friends we had become, that my mum invited him to a family‘s barbeque. My family and friends were dancing and having a good time when he appeared with a cake for my little brother and a lot of presents. My mum welcomed him like a son. However, two days later my brother went to the hospital since he was really sick. From then on everything changed.

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