{story}i was coming back from a meeting for "the cause" my pins glistened on my tailored suit lapels, I walked out right behind the elites, being the top tier ambassador. a sea of onlookers miraculously parted and i couldnt help but feel a sense of pride that is until my gaze fell on yours. eyes fiery with defiance and barely concealed contempt i found myself taken aback. what reason would you have to hate me? to hate "the cause"? even as i passed i was rattled. your gaze seared into my mind
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