You sit there, not moving, not anything right now. The spotlight is on you, but you still do not budge. My face must look so queer right now, as I do not understand your motives. I try so hard, and ask so many. My heart fills up with anger and I shriek. "How could you do this?!", you finally speak, "I didn't, you did." Horror streaks across my face
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