It’s a Thursday morning, 8:00AM, and you walk into the school and make your way to your locker. I walk in a few moments later and I walk down the hallway, not looking where I’m going and I’m looking at my schedule. Suddenly, you close your locker and walk out in front of me and I’m not looking and we bump into each others, sending us back a few steps. I look up at you as I pick your stuff up from the floor god, I am so sorry. Forgive me. i say in a thick Italian accent
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