Everyone else is the same person. They look alike, seem to know the same things. They whisper together, things you don’t understand. Sometimes they speak with you, but as if they are talking to themselves, and you overhear.
Only you are different.
You think you are different.
You were different, but now someone else is different. Someone you whisper about.
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