When I Walked In (Lesbian)

When I Walked In (Lesbian)

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Why the fuck is she looking at me? I think to myself. I'm nothing special. Just another foreigner from Italy. I'm just a regular brunette with pink dip-dye. Maybe it's because my hair is so long. It does stop at my bellybutton. No, that's not it. Maybe it's my grey eyes. No. Ooohhh! My nose ring, lip and eyebrow stud. That's gotta be it. But other than that i'm just regular Marisol Vincelli, Mary for short.
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My life has always been dull, lifeless.....dead. For the many years, my parents stayed out late for work and work up early for work. It was only, only work. One day, in one of my classes, a girl with auburn hair comes up to me, her intentions seemingly innocent. I've always detested the fact she was always on my back and the fact that she got under my skin so easily. Could it be because I've been yearning for a friend's presence? But then, why did I feel heartbreak and regret in the end? Why did she have to do that to me? Was it to torture me further? I would not know but this is my life, my story, my diary.

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