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now. “It’s all of them. They move their bags when I try to sit. They whisper ‘try-hard’ when I answer questions. In gym, they act like I don’t exist. They won’t pass me the ball. They… they make it feel like I’m nothing.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, softer now, but the ache in it was obvious.
Emily’s laugh was continue reading …
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