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invisibility 2004-11-26 | 5:57 p.m. We're sitting at dinner and The Liar is two seats down, one across from me. I can't concentrate. My body language is all off - eyes are straight down (anywhere but looking at him except for covert glances when I think he's not looking). Arms crossed when I'm talking to other people - which I am, animatedly. Anything so I don't have to look at him. I throw my dinner down my gullet like it's a race. I stand up, put my tray away, walk out of the room without a backward glance. And that's it. No one notices. No one would think that he (god-like as people think he is and boy does he know it) would take one look at me. Well he did. And evidently, he didn't like what he saw. |
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