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...you try..

...then you're reminded that you're still that lone asshole kid on the playground, that no one plays with, because you can never seem to say the right things. So when you're not being teased or fighting, your recesses (if you're allowed) are resolved to running full speed next to the girls that despise you to snatch drive-by cheek kisses or sitting by the sandbox, waiting in silence for the blue stripped sand-bees to go into their holes so you can cover them with sand...

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