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yesterday i had coffee with the boy who told me he hated me more than anything and wanted me to die. yesterday i had coffee with the boy who did everything he possibly could to make others see me the way he did, for reasons i will never come to understand. the most peculiar part of it was that it was normal. we did our little handshake and he ate three burritos in the time it took me to eat one, as usual. we talked about people and made the same stupid jokes.