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Sometimes a little old woman will suddenly smile at me just as I walk past her but I only just notice it so by the time I think to smile back she's behind me and I feel really bad because she now probably thinks that all teenagers are moody and miserable and then I get home and brood about it all day, wallowing in my own self creys.
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