There is a boy who lives next to me, he is about five years older than me. Everybody speaks highly of him, I always hear his name from my grandma, she tells me that he is a good guy. Some day, when I walk home after school, I see this guy is helping an old man pick up the fruit on the ground. He is such kind that I understand why everybody likes him. 


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