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So it's him and me, although in this moment that he threw me into the mud, I think we're friends, he's upset with me because I hit him in the face as we played.

I pick up some mud in my hands and throw it at him, causing it to hit his chest and get even dirtier, his shirt is full of holes because that's the clothes they give here.

Regardless Oscar pounces on me and we start fighting in the mud, one of his fists hits my cheekbone and I think I pull his hair while my knee hits his stomach, we roll through in the mud until at some point we stop fighting and I think now we just we push each other while we laugh.

Oscar is a couple of years older than me, according to what my last caregiver said I am 9 years old and Oscar is 11, but still, he is my best friend.

It depends on the situation when I was thrown into the mud, I think I didn't want to be his friend, but when he accompanied me to the infirmary after some caregiver beat me up and came back to do it again.

His arms wrap around mine a