Internal Dialog

Do you know what I’m thinking? I don’t think so. I think you think you know what I’m thinking, but you’re wrong. You sit there, picking your toes like I should be impressed or something. It’s disgusting, and so are you. So just pack up your things and leave, because no one wants you around here any more. I certainly don’t. And that’s another thing: why do you stick around when all you do is complain about everything? You don’t like it, and we don’t like you, so just leave already. Do I have to make another scene? Throw things at you, call you vile names? Is that what it takes? Stupid. You’re not worth getting that upset about.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. Not really thinking about anything, I guess.”

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