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You can always catch him hunched on the floor, by the window, staring wistfully. His little frame, hunched over, wishes for someone he could call a friend. Someone to play with, during those long, boring summer afternoons!

She watches him, from the corner of her eye, as she types away on her keyboard. In her world of constant chatter and endless friendships, she no longer makes friends, just adds them.

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(Linking this post with the prompt WISH for the #FiveSentenceFiction hosted by Vinitha @ thevoidthoughts.com)

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