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Stares. Stares. S t a r e s . Staring. I can't take it. I want it to stop. I'm not a circus attraction. I'm not dirty. I'm not pitiful. I'm not worthless. I'm normal. I'm normal. N o r m a l . Why do they always stare? They don't just stare, they whisper. The whispers. Oh the whispers. My head hurts, nothing could be louder than the things they whisper to each other. To stay away from me. But...one.

One girl. Her stares...don't hurt as much.

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