With my usual grimace, I step up to the front of the class to do our first scene together. My arms are crossed and I completely avoid your eyes. Let’s get this over with. The narrator starts the scene while we enter the scene. Our class president, the director, scolds me for not looking at you while I act. Great. I groan in aggravation and finally meet your eyes. There’s a small pause before I deliver the first line. My voice is oddly soft and meek all of a sudden. I’st thee,…my love?
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