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In High School, I was unbearably quiet. I remember this one instance, where a girl in my Earth Science class asked me what the time was. I checked my phone, and I said it aloud. “ten thirty three,” uttered from my lips. But, I had said it so faintly, that she didn’t hear me. We sat there in awkward silence for a straight minute, Staring into each other’s eyes. She ended up leaving and going to her friend, mumbling something that I never heard. It was probably: “is Stan mute?”
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“I think this is the first time I’ve eaten a salad since 8th grade”
“I think I’m more surprised that you even ate one back then.”
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just a kid from the middle of nowhere who likes music a little too much, and makes videos under the guise of regularisperfect.
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“I think this is the first time I’ve eaten a salad since 8th grade”
“I think I’m more surprised that you even ate one back then.”
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just a kid from the middle of nowhere who likes music a little too much, and makes videos under the guise of regularisperfect.