My best friend is Núria , she is my heroe. When we were little, we were friends. We imagined that we were horses. When I didn't horses my favorite pony was Balta, and she's favorite pony was Shet. but she died. Always we played horses, and I pretented it was Balta, and she pretented it was Shet.
Nowdays she is fourteen years old. For two weeks she fell horse, and Núria broken clavicle. She can not move much and try to overcome it. Always she is cheerful.
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