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Blunted Apathy

I sat on my seat in class, staring out through the window. Normally, one would look at the rain drops falling from the grey sky, or the landscape or maybe even day dream but I was different. I just stared outside the window, looking at everything, seeing nothing. At least until Mr. Rudberg, very rudely, disrupted my session.

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I sat on my seat in class, staring out through the window. Normally, one would look at the rain drops falling from the grey sky, or the landscape or maybe even day dream but I was different. I just stared outside the window, looking at everything, seeing nothing. At least until Mr. Rudberg, very rudely, disrupted my session.

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