Smile.
Point to your ear.
He'll know you're deaf.
Good.
He caught on.
God damn it, why do you put us in situations like this?
Don't start getting emotional.
You know how much I hate it when you cry in public.
Don't you dare cry.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
