"Do you have mentos?"
"Do you have pemadam?"
"Hi. Yeah, just wanted to say hi. Hi."
"No, I wasn't staring at you. It was that wall there. Sorry."
"You should smile more you know."
"You look like you have a cendawan on your head. I used to have hair like that in standard 2."
And yet I couldn't say them out loud. One look at his face is enough to...you know, not make me say things.
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At study group today we were talking and I found out that they've spit in someone's face, kicked a fat kid in the stomach and even brought a hanger to school to smack someone with it.
The baddest thing I remember doing when I was a kid was stealing a Conan comic book from my neighbour.
To top it off, they sort of agreed on the fact that I can't hate people.
"I don't know if I'm too nice or I don't care or-"
"Yeah, you don't care."
Now I have the urge to
2 comments:
but some people are so persistent, not caring is just not enough.
persistent people, hm can't say I have met any.
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