We cannot be friendly with all the people whom we came to meet. We hate some people for good reasons. The person I hate most is Jake, who lives a few blocks away from my flat. He is a boy of twenty and a terror in my neighborhood. He is a bully, a pickpocket and an extortioner. He was arrested by the police several times and still he is incorrigible. The boy has grown up in the streets, for his parents had died when he was only five years old.
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