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In school, I would occasionally look over to you.

It had become a habit.

A bad habit.

There's something about a classroom that will always feel unwelcoming.

You can always hear some sort of whisper or murmur.

Knowing it's about you is another story.

But did I really know it's about me?

Well, seeing that they would look at me and snigger is enough for me.

But to be totally honest, I was used to it by that point.

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