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Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2010
Her laughter echoes around the room; blurred and indistinguishable amongst the others. The laughter of my so called “friend”. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that when I open them I'll be somewhere else. Anywhere but here. I feel something hit me and the laughter gets louder. My eyes fly open and I notice pudding on my now soiled clothing. I blink back tears and fly out of the room; eager to escape the expressions on their faces. Once I'm far enough a way from them, I slump down before letting the tears cascade down my face.  
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