twenty-eight

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I went over to finch's house to meet
her parents.
I don't think her mother realized that
I heard her call me ugly.
I felt my confidence go down.
I wish I could tell you during an algebra
project.
But I remembered we weren't like that anymore.
I don't think lizzie told you what I told her
either.
It's like you can't bare the sight of me anymore.













-J.S

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