Seven - Same
Breathe in. Breath out. In. Out. In. Out.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't find it in me to just stand there and act like nothing was happening as they tore apart your books.
But what was I supposed to do? My friend kept telling me it was just an harmless joke. That you were all friends. She felt bad too, I think. She was just convincing herself of the false interpretation she had come to - so she wouldn't have to feel guilty.
Who am I kidding? Wasn't I the same as well?
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