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What Exactly Was The Difference? He Wondered To Himself. And Who Decided Which People Wore The Striped Pajamas And Which People Wore The Uniforms?

You’re My Best Friend, Shmuel,’ He Said. ‘my Best Friend For Life.

He Suddenly Became Convinced That If He Didn’t Do Something Sensible, Something To Put His Mind To Some Use, Then Before He Knew It He Would Be Wondering Round The Streets Having Fights With Himself And Inviting Domestic Animals To Social Occasions Too.

He Looked Down And Did Something Quite Out Of Character For Him: He Took Hold Of Shmuel's Tiny Hand In His And Squeezed It Tightly. "you're My Best Friend, Shmuel," He Said. "my Best Friend For Life.

... Nine-year-old Boys Usually Turn Ten At Some Point. It's The Nineteen-year-olds Who Have Difficulty Turning Twenty.