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his pants pockets.
I blushed, embarrassed at having my daydreamy rituals put in
those words. I sounded crazy, to hear him talk. It was also scary and
a little exiting to realize he must have seen me a few times, to know
what kinds of things I did in the afternoon.
"Oh, I make up stories for the dead people, and it's just
practicing for church, and I can go faster that way...." I replied
quickly, trying to sound like it didn't really matter why I did the
things. I twirled a lock of my own dirt brown hair in my fingers and
stuck it in my mouth to suck on as I talked. I started chewing the
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Yoko Matsugane : photo 473183
