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and girls, and nobody seemed to be mocking me. it was, i swear to you, the best day of . there was music. but mostly i sat back listening to other people talk, perhaps too quiet, but just bathing in this brief illusion of normality, because this is a life that other people had and i never would but
, eating the last of the chips, feeling the loneliness set back in. i probably should have asked them for another party, maybe to see a movie, but that felt like too much. i didn't have another party that summer. or that fall. or that winter. i didn't call up the girl, or the other boy – the third attendee...
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