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Such things happen to me from time to time. I'd be sitting there, talking to someone. My gaze would wander to a corner of the table and affix itself there, unmoving. Only my mouth would move. At times like these, a strange hallucination always occurs.

I cried

The narrator was me in high-school, me now, her dialogue is one of immense loneliness and it makes my throat ache.