I hate the way she stares at me when we are in conversation. Her eyes move with my every nervous fidget. She keeps this close eye on me, expects me to take something from her, off of her desk, out of the office. In her piercing, blue eyes, I'm thief. If its missing I took it, if its moved, I moved it. She stares me down, redressing me in skirts and
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--Lindsey
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:) Just a few more weeks and you'll be okay :):)
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