Just like always, we ended up arguing in the hallway. The reason: I looked at you the wrong way. You're crazy. Look, you're just looking for reasons to hate me, aren't you? I say spitefully, but something in my voice shows my actual feelings, my hurt, my weakness. I hate you for hating me without a reason. "I don't hate you.", you say. I scoff with an eyeroll. Yeah, right. Tell that to someone else.
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