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“STOOOOOOPPPPPP!” I shouted at the top of my voice. First came the surprise, then came
silence and finally came all the cold gazes, stabbing me like daggers.

“We understand that you are plagued by sorrow, but that shouldn't give you an excuse for
shrieking like a madman.”, said the old man, who had started all this, shaking his head
incredulously
“I'm not plagued by sorrow.” I replied angrily.
“But your moping face was so pity inducing. You seemed so grave.”
“It wasn't even something that serious. Just something that I was a bit unhappy about.”, I
thundered, my face turning red, with embarrassment or anger, I do not remember.
“If it wasn't so sad, why were you so upset?”, he asked, his eyebrows arched.

Such a simple statement, yet so difficult to realize. I could swear I saw a smirk on his face.
For a moment, I felt myself beaming too, as I slowly let go of my melancholy thoughts of
before. I laughed internally at what a fool I had been.

“Thanks old man.” I said with a small smile on my face.

He winked and turned around to leave. The feeling of happiness stayed with me just a second
longer. Until I realized that the dozens of gazes directed at me still existed.

“Oh. Shit.”

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