Wearing my tracks, I entered the room cautiously, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. This girl is really unpredictable, sometimes screaming like a witch, sometimes laughing like a joker.
What is she made of? I can't understand. The confusion gnawed at me, making me feel inadequate and helpless.
Even trigonometry is far easier to figure out than her.
I wonder when she will live like a normal person. I am waiting for that day.
I scanned the room and found her standing on the balcony, admiring the plants. My eyes widened, realizing that she was only in her blouse and, umm... skirt... I think that's what it is.
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