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September 10, 2010, 8:27am

Like all days, since I'm in high school, I sit against my locker. The students pass me, without noticing me, but today, there is something different. I feel myself observed, I watch around, without perceiving the slightest glance.
And this feeling continues during my chemistry class, and in the cafeteria.
I pull on the sleeves of my sweatshirt, hiding brown spots on my arms.

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