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My best friend, Charlie, has a learning disability and a lack of concentration. He could barely walk and talk. He always stuttered and couldn't say a word for about 5 minutes. Many people said he was a mentally retarded person, but I considered him as another ordinary human being, trying to understand the meaning of life. He was about 4 to 5 feet tall, has curly hair, brown eyes, and a cute little face, like a little puppy dog begging for food. I was in the seventh grade, going on to eight. I met him during my middle school year. He was a nice guy and was in the eight grade, but often
quiet. Loves to draw, paint, and maybe once in a while sing his favorite tune, "The Star
Spangle Banner."
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