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Aug 2020
i remember the first day of 5th grade still
i felt all eyes on me as i searched for a spot for lunch
completely new
at 9, kids know how to sort themselves
i wasn't an early bloomer
glasses, frizzy hair, shy, dazed smile
i sat down next to a kid who was squirting ketchup all over his pizza
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