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September 28, 2010, 12:18pm

I’m picking up a few little stitches on my plate, while we sit in front of me. I raise my head to the new.
I say nothing and focus on the content of my plate.
-Hi.
-Hm.
-Why won't you talk to me ?
-It's not your business.
-I just want to be your friend.
I frown without looking at him.
-Brook, look at me.
I raise eyes.
-I do amything bad ?
-I don't know you, I got nothing to fight with you.
-If you don't know me, why not try ?
-I got my reasons.

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