I’ve been sitting here for an hour, reading Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein. I haven’t been able to concentrate because I can’t ignore you staring at me anymore. I’ve noticed you doing it every day for the last couple weeks, and I’m finally sick of it. I put my book down and walk over to you. I am visibly irritated Can I fucking help you dude? I wait a moment for you to respond Seriously, what’s your problem? Can I not just sit and read by myself without you fucking ogling me??
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