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My self-propelled action is to look away and turn around before he notices that I’m present.
“You’re avoiding me now uh?”
Wincing, I refuse to turn back at him when I respond. Move. Faster. Don't stop. My mind yells at me to be quick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Just as I’m taking a step forward, a body strides in and blocks my path. With my hands still full, I try to walk past him on the other side but that doesn’t work since he does the same and blocks me again. What game are we playing now? Block the girl? I bite the
