Hello! My name’s Margaret. This is my story about my own naivety and the habit to see something good in everyone. Subscribe:
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I have nothing in common with the gilded youth. Though my parents give me money quite big for pocket standards. As they call us, we come just from the middle class. We’re wealthy, but no more and no less than the rest of our neighbors. My parents keep a small private dentistry where the main customers are all our neighbors, plus a couple of adjacent streets.
At 16, I went to high school in another area of our quiet suburb. Three more people came with me, but to different classes. So, actually, I was a new one, like all the other students. And, at once, we all became friends. We started to stick together. It was easier to do the homework, solve problems and have fights with some teachers who hated our class.

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