Thursday, January 27, 2011

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I find myself walking into the gym of a new school, where we wait for our classes to begin.  Looking around, I see several mobs of people, all seeming to separate themselves from the rest.  I hear the, almost random sounding, chatter, blurring with the rest of the different groups scattered throughout the gym.  The strong scent of many starts to combine with the scent of the gymnasium.  As I continue to look around, I spot my best friend.  We have never been to the same school until now, but we have known each other since I left the hospital after birth, since I am the younger.

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