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Show Inside Out, 17 How did he know I was leaving? Again I looked around. There was no one in my direct line of vision. I was oddly reluctant to turn off the computer. Why? Had I enjoyed talking to this creep, this criminal? I was annoyed that I was being spied on. And, strangely, embarrassed, as if I had been caught picking my nose or something. My watermelon-heart tumbled around as I unplugged the computer. I winced as I packed up the homework I hadn't done. Amazing. He was a total stranger, probably some jokester getting thrills off of me, and I had been actually sad to say goodbye to him. The thing was, in some perverse, weird way, it had been exciting. No one had ever seemed so eager to talk to me. Pitiful, really. I was lonely. That's all it was. Biking home, I realized that I had totally forgotten to be sad about Mom |
