Unformatted text preview: blue jeans and had a pair of sunglasses, of which the curls of his hair partly hid. After I introduced myself, he told me his name was Charles and asked some questions. One question in particular stuck to my mind. “Do you play any sports,” he wondered. “Yes, tennis,” I rejoindered and reflected back the question. “What sport do you play?” “Oh, really?” he amazed in awe. “I play tennis too.” From that time onward, I no longer fear looking at people and starting conversations with them. Finally, my skills in tennis brought me the friendship I need. Now, my friend eats with me at lunch every week. I sat with him a couple of days ago to study for a test in chemistry. When our study session was over, I pushed my chair inside the desk and glanced at him. My eyes nodded to him a sincere good bye. “Andy, bring your racket to school next Friday, okay?” he gestured with a wink....
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