Huh, actually I can relate to the thread-name. Once when I just sat quietly on the floor by my locker, reading "Tjensteqvinnans Son" and minding my own business, this girl, obviously from the aesthetic education as only they dress in that much patterns and fabric, who I haven't even seen before, hunches down in front of me and asks me what I'm reading.
Then she says she likes my shoes and asks where I got them.
Then she looks at me in a strange way, says her name is Maria, and reaches out her hand. I tell her my name, and when I reach my hand out in return she flinches at the touch, but she doesn't seem afraid.
And a while back there was this other girl who always smiled at me and gave a "Hi!" when we met in the hallways, this one also being someone I had no previous contact to. And there were other people moving around, but she only greeted me.
I hate playing games like that. It just confuses me.
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