She glances at them, meekly. Like an outsider looking in. Alienated. Alone. A social pariah. Nobody wanted her. To them she was the idiot who just didn't belong. They way she looked. They way she talked. She stuttered and she walked with a slight limp. She was an awkward thing.
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