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Gah, not again! Sorry
I like the sound of that There I go, being inappropriate.
"Nope. Just weird... I'm sorta OCD." I say, shrugging.
"Sixty two is an oddly specific number." I say, arching an eyebrow.
"Famous... I like the sound of that." I snicker
Justin, just shut up. This is a sensitive and personal topic, no need to be rude. Frankly, I'm tired of it. Anyways, good job, I'm glad you...
I pale a little. ..."tv series?!"
Justin, stfu and gtfo. Anyways, welcome back.
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I sigh and lean against the wall, tossing my bag on the ground. "Dammit..." I mutter.
SO BEAUTIFULLY GRAPHIC!
Gah...
Singing, I struggle to find my locker. As I get even more irritated, the notes I sing turn melancholy.
I walk into school, humming a tune.
"I dunno. I have to ask Lavvie." I shrug
"Okay." I say, folding my script
"Really...?" I blush and look away. "I've always been sorta shy."
"Rehearsing for a play Lavvie convinced me to do. I just remembered I have stage fright." I sigh.