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Him.

She was mute.

Why didn't I pay attention to those cruel rumors?

Why didn't I listen

to those harsh whispers?

I stood in front of the check out desk

in the library

waiting as the kind old lady

pressed the stamp inside of the book cover.

She handed it over to me

and offered a kind smile.

I return the gesture and walk out of the large building.

I carefully put the sign language guide book in my backpack

and walk back home.

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