The room is quiet, I feel calm. The people around me are calm too. It's a one of a kind time. Quiet time. The quiet game. The people slowly lift their heads off their desk and their eyelids pull apart. Their tired. So am I. I love this game. The quiet game.
Time as passed. Not long but time. It's still quiet. I can feel the people having the urge to chatter and chant their plans for the weekend. They're going to ruin quiet time. The quiet game. I can hear slow speaking rising. I'm still tired. Give me time. The quiet game.
They're talking. They keep talking. They won't be quiet. She holds my arm and tired to calm me down. My head hangs low as they keep shouting and speaking. Louder. And louder. The quiet game.
I hate this. It starts odd great but it gets worse and you know it. You can say it'll work out great. You can say it. You think so. But I'm tired. So what do I know. I love it. You know it. The quiet game.
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