Bird that flies
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It had to be traced back to about twenty years ago, when John was still a boy. A boy who was good, bright and playful. He did not have many friends, like he never had any. Academics, he remembered. He was almost very very good at anything he did except one thing, he did not have any close friends, but never, he never got lonely. A wise man once told him, well, loneliness breed distinction. John knew what the old man meant, and it was never too late. The old man's name is Paul, he looked like a monk though. When John started to think about these kinds of things, he always found life is just very wonderful.<o:p></o:p>
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The soccer game was about over, cheerful fans were full of energy and ethusiasm. They had decided that if the Chinese team won tonight, they would go for cheer-up and have a party together. The Chinese team did win, John, at that time, joined with a group of newly entered university students everywhere from Chinese proviences, went back to the student residence. They had lots of fun and lots of beer in the party. After all, the local Chinese soccer team won a foreign team made everyone very happy. John was also happy. <o:p></o:p>
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John learned to play soccer sometime when he started his studies in university. He doesn't know why, he never liked sports very much, but he liked soccer. He even made friends with some foreign students, white and blacks playing soccer very often. Back to his past in high school, he almost failed his physical education.<o:p></o:p>
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John was a good boy. He started to study arithmathtics when he was three years old. His mother was a high school math teacher in the village. He counts fast and well, then he adds, subtracts. He plays a lot. Nature is his truest love.<o:p></o:p>
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