Why?

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Why must I be this way. Yesterday I was at my writing club and I confused what time it ended and left 15 minutes early and when I realized it a minute later I was too embarrassed and anxious that I'd look like an idiot to go back in so I sat outside under a tree in the dark for 20 minutes waiting for my ride.

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