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Epic Fail
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Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2014
"Sometime in the middle of my junior year, Miss Dennings, my intrusive English teacher decided¬ not even bothering to ask my parents for permission, that I should take part in one of those noisy and useless socializing circles her husband held every Sunday morning.  

Saying that I had absolutely no need to go there would be a completely pitiful lie because, let’s face it, I was a self-proclaimed introverted freak and talking to a refrigerator sounded way more appealing than interacting with another human being."

Yes, I did need the socializing circle becasue of my trust issues with other people.
Yes, I did need someone to listen to my incoherent ranting.
Yes, I did need a new start.
But hell if I knew Joshua Carter was going to be my saviour.
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