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Dylan I played with my pen and tried to spin it with my fingers out of boredom. Our chemistry professor is taking too long to explain some stupid simple theory that people could easily understand in two sentences. Why do they always do that? Well, whatever. I soon grew bored of my stupid attempts to spin the pen and tugged on the sleeves of the big shirt I was wearing. I must say this, it's really warm and cozy. A fair amount of musky scent still lingered in the fabric. It must be the devil's smell. Hmm...It's good. As much as it's really comfortable to wear, this also made me really uncomfortable in a way because a lot of people keep glaring, staring, and gawking at me. The girls look at me like they want to murder me. It's.... It's really scary.... How do they even know that i
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