There was once a kid named Forest who hated me. He and I went to elementary school together, then middle school. It felt like that for as long as I knew Forest, he couldn't stand me. It was in the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me. The way he
Mnemosyne
There was once a kid named Forest who hated me. He and I went to elementary school together, then middle school. It felt like that for as long as I knew Forest, he couldn't stand me. It was in the way he talked to me, the way he looked at me. The way he
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