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On Mondays I am the blonde sitting at the front of the class who cannot stop pressing my pen top in and out over and over while tapping my foot on my neighbors desk,
"My head," I explain, "It's floating." Everyone stares. That doesn't make sense. I try again. "My head feels like it's floating." and they nod, my statement is acceptable
Please, don't touch me. But, please, hug me.  Please, make sure everything is in order. But, please, let me do it. Please, don't make eye contact with me.  But, please, tell me my blue eyes are pretty.
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