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I found his notebook.
I wasn't really searching for it, I just stumbled across it. How strange, to find what someone really truely thinks about you, all written down on little_white_slips_of_paper. Stranger still, is the way we both feel the same.
We both hate each other.
Such a hateful little thing- notebooks. And yet, I suppose we can both be very hateful people when it comes down to it.
But still, I find myself back at his smiling face as I enter the classroom- putting on a mask as if we're friends, as if nothing that happened ever happened. Strange, how we both act the fool about what I'm sure we both know to be true. Every day I find myself wondering how I can keep acting like everything between us is all okay.
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