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Truth


Honestly? Please stop talking.

I know it's not me so it has to be you.

Every day, same period, same people-same you.

Constantly walking to and fro-blathering.

Honestly? That kid back there really didn't want his question answered.

He just wanted to kill time before the quiz because you always talk too much, and always about absolutely nothing.

Honestly? I hate when I ask a question, and you make a production of trying to answer.

There is no need to bend over my desk. Seeing you from a distance is more than enough.

Honestly? The guy sitting next me really hates it when you bend over my desk to check homework.

Honestly? I wish you would stop talking because you're interrupting my nap.

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