I've developed a, well-tested theory about small towns. They are fundamentally not small at all. They possess an intense, magnifying complexity, operating less like normal cities and more like intricate, self-contained snow globes.From the outside, the entire scene looks meticulously picturesque, perfectly arranged, and benignly charming. But the second you actively choose to shake it, the second an outside element, like me, enters the carefully controlled environment, the entire world erupts into a violent, chaotic storm. Suddenly, the swirling glitter catches the light, and everyone sees exactly what you are hiding.Right now, standing on the edge of social obscurity, I feel undeniably like I am the central, inconvenient, attention-grabbing glitter storm in someone else's tiny, painstakingly curated, perfect little world.Today's torture is gym class. Naturally.Because what conceivable setting could offer a more effective, comprehensive venue for a loud, public humiliation in fron
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