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Sixty-one

None of us attempts to break off our staring bout, the anger, hurt, every emotion I feel is transferred into the glare directed at him. His lips press into a thin line, my nails dig into my jean and I grit my teeth to quell my rising anger. I want to inflict the same level of pain on him, whack him on the head like the unwanted mole he has become.

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