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I had been already sick of attending the college. Every time I was assigned to write an essay, I had to write what my professors wanted to hear, so that I could pass courses. I had been thinking what would happen if I wrote what I truly think. For that reason, I had decided to undertake writing an essay with all my sincerity. Several days later, I had finished writing the essay. While I was reading it at the college library, my French classmate approached me and asked, “Have you finished your essay?”

“Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I’m reading it right now.”

“Can I read it, so that I can get some idea for mine?”

“No problem at all. Here we go,” I handed over it to her.

From the moment she started reading my essay, she was thoroughly immersed in it, as if she were gone to another world. It was curious for me to watch that she was totally forgetting herself and engrossing in it. After she finished reading it, she inquired with a bright smile, “Do you love writing?”

I was so astonished by her direct question and mattered, “How do you know?”

“It’s so obvious. Nobody can write such a passionate essay, except a person who loves writing.”

“Yes, I admit you’re perfectly on the right track. I love writing with all my heart.”

“Where did you get the ideas?”

“I don’t know. I just wrote what I sincerely felt, that’s all.”

She said innocently, smiling, “I guess you should be a writer.”

Her innocent words made my heart afire. I could not control my passion anymore and started blubbering, “To be candid with you, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. As a matter of fact, I’ve considered going to Paris in order to find a publisher someday. I truly think that France will appreciate my writing.”

She was laughing amusingly and suggested, “Let’s go to a café. We should talk.”

“Yes. I love the idea. Allons-y!”

From that day on, Daniel and I became good friends to each other.

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