Sometimes I and my classmate go home after school (it is 2.5km from home), there was this dialogue:

A classmate, this is me.

A: Guzzaki, who do you love?

I: thoughtfully – I don’t know, and you who?

I love the government.

I also love the government.

(This is one of the smart boys with a beautiful handwriting)))

O: No, I love the government, let you love Serezhu?

(And Sereza is also a smart boy with a beautiful handwriting)

I: Let me go!

The next day before I came to school, the whole class already knew that I loved Sereza... And so until the 4th grade I was irritated that I "love him"))

All names have changed, coincidences are coincidental.