Nine

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I could see all of the social butterflies

Flying around with secrets each one

as juicy the one before it or the one that will

be after it

Everyone laughed at me

I was alone with no one

No social skills,

Everyone tutted

"Oh" I replied smugly "I do, I just don't

use them and I definitely don't

want to waste them on idiots like

you

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