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Emerging from under my vision, a man in dark clothing lurks about looking pretty suspicious. I mean, he's not carrying anything at all with him and he's not heading towards or away from the school. Just roaming. Before I can read further into the situation and find out more about the peculiar, disproportional, stranger, I'm tapped on the shoulder.
I turn around to see it's only Agastya.
"Hey, Varnika." He spoke with a friendly grin as if he was coming over to just say hi. He's lucky he comes off as a friendly person or right now he'd be labelled as one of the ones to avoid on a daily basis. Where you are willing and dedicated to jumping into trashcans to hide in lieu of having a verbal transaction.
"Hey, Agastya," I say nonchalantly, talking as if we speak everyday. I'd say hi to him sometimes, and we'd make small talk, but we never really spoke to each other often or anything. I guess we're just friends. Like I am with the rest of the school: just friends, civil, unavoidable. The roach that never goes away. I'm sure if I put effort into it, I could make something of myself. But that's too much to keep up with anyways.
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