I knew I had it coming.
Asking those grades a few moments before the paper was given.
bringing forward a moment's worth of pain.
so that i felt neutral when i finally received it.
or was it readiness? acceptance?
I did not know how to answer myself.
I was puzzled, indeed.
there, i sat afar, watching him questioning his companions.
watching him, and he in turn watching them weep.
He felt sad, perhaps he wanted to cry along?
I sat aloof in his ponder.
what am i doing? having to stare at my shadow and reflection?
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