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I sat with James at our math class, he was very quiet—opposite of me. I don't fucking like silence so I messed with him from time to time, which he didn't budged a muscle to.

Is this even a human? Wait, what if he's a robot. "Are you a robot?" I asked.

"No."

"That's boring." I rolled my eyes as I chewed my gum loudly.

Stupid questions deserves lame answers.

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