School Times (ii)
The pen in my hand stopped moving.
Not like she was wrong though...
Ever since my encounter with Kumo,
I had been uncharacteristically distracted
...even during class.
Sometimes,
I would find myself unconsciously staring out the window,
my mind already drifting away
in the middle of a teacher's lecture.
Sigh.
If it had been anyone else,
the usually attentive me
would have scoffed at the careless behavior.
I don't know why I'm acting this way...
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