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Hey…
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…. Nuthin.
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pfft…. No…
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Do I LOOK like I wanna talk about HIM!
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Okay! Okay! I meant I'm…. I'm… things just got really crappy.
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I mean Sockhead thinks he's all that now! Completely forget'n where his roots are! One with the in crowd, all that and a bag a Lays, the cats pajamas, the big-
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Yesterday! It happened yesterday! I saw it right after I had ta go back to Math class. Double "Dweeb" was talking with Kevin… Yeah, just talking with him! After HE made me accidentally pull that prank on him ANYWAY! I was feel'n pretty chill though since I got ta miss most of Math, thanks for that by the way, so I didn't trounce on over there or nuthin. SO, there I was mindin my own buisness, when Nazz walks by, without a second glance at moo-wa, and-
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eh, er, No she doesn't say hi ta me, but, g-grrr, DOESN'T MATTER! Point is she mingles on over to the two shovel chins and starts chattin away at both of 'um! THAT MEANS DOUBLE DEE! She never ever EVER talks ta him! She'd come ta me way before she'd come ta him! And she scoots between the two babblin about, eg god knows what. I really don't remember or care. But since than, Sockhead hasn't even made an attempt to make eye contact with me!
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… okay, I don't think you understand what an "outcast" is. Me, Double Dee, and Ed, are always, ALWAYS the but a everyone else's jokes. S'been that way ever since preschool! What they're doing? ISN'T normal! They don't just "talk" to us or, "reach out" to us. What are ya?
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Ohhh no. Nuh uh. He's not come'n in here. No way no HOW are he and me come'n in for couple's counceling! Ehg, gehhh, no! Not THAT kind of couple's counceling! Don't switch up my words like that! I can do this just fine without anybody's help! When I'm done, Sockhead'll feel so bad for ditch'n me…
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What're you write'n?
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Attatchment Is-ATTATCHMENT ISSUES!
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NO! WAY! I KNEW see'n you was BOGUS! I don't care! 40 minutes of Mrs. Fitzbackfat's math blabbin! ANYTHING'S better than-
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r-really…?
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o… hokay… y-yeah…
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n-no! You can't see'im!
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Nuthin ta be ashamed of? Have you been listening ta me at ALL!
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We are NOT like that!
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Sure, yes okay, OKAY fine! Jealousy whatever! But it's-
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A memory? Of me and Double Dee? Not Ed?
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well that's kinda random, but, whatever. Okay uhhh…. Oh, oh yeah! Ha, I'll never for get the time me and him were in the playground together. Yeah he was stuck at the top of the slide after Ed shoved him up there. We were all pretty little, but even then he was goin on about Scorpio and conlesions.
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Yeah that. Anyway, he just wouldn't friggin slide down! I kept telling 'im there's nuthin ta blubber about but he kept bawlin like a 3 year old.
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So he wouldn't shut up, 'till I climbed up the ladder past Ed and slid down with him.
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Than he….. thanked me.
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….a hug.
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Alright enough a that! Geez, You're worse than my mother.… Anyway I gotta go.
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whaaaatever. Later.