“I hate this. I hate seeing people that I know,” he grumbles once we are out of earshot. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re blind then,” I say. He stops walking, and I slowly look over at him as he starts laughing. “Why do I even try with you? It’s like I’m bothered about something, I tell you, and you make fun of me.” “But are you upset now? Or are you laughing?”
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