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Apr 2014
I'm not paying attention,
I glance around the room, distracted.
My eyes glaze over to him-
**** ****
he looks right at me
oh god- he probably thinks I was staring at him-
he's probably creeped out
oh god no
please don't hate me-
oh crap I looked at him again.
ugh.
great. now he thinks I'm creepy.
An experience I had in class today... and on the bus...
it happens often.
I hope they aren't creeped by my frequent but accidental eye contact.
Fish The Pig
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Fish The Pig
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   Raven, Dolores L Day and Latiaaa
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