It's another boring bus ride to hell and I'm sitting in the back, as usual, right next to pimple face with glasses. I'm too harsh, I know, but he's got a really bad acne problem, typical teen. I can't complain about him though, he always leaves me alone. Probably because he's shy or awkward, or something. I slouch down into the seat and tap my foot from boredom. I left my headphones at home, so I can't pretend not to be here. After a moment I decide to talk to glasses, "What are you reading?"
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