Sometimes I don't understand him.
Sometimes I hated him.
The words he spoke were cold and venomous.
The glares he gave were sharp and filled with annoyance.
The first time he spoke to me was a simple, "hi".
But a few days later, he asked me in front of everyone,
"What do you want to be?"
Frankly, I wanted to give him a right-hand punch straight into
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