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

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

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.

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

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

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

It draws us together.

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The school entrance ceremony on that day was no different.

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