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¡¡¡¡When I was about 12, I had an enemy, a girl who liked to point out my shortcomings.
¡¡¡¡Week by week her list grew: I was very thin, I wasn’t a good student, I talked too much, I was too proud, and so on. I tried to hear all this as long as I could. At last, I became very angry. I ran to my father with tears in my eyes.