Max

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You sit at your desk, trying to swallow your resentment. Conversations with your classmates are stuck in your head in “We would like to be friends with you, but… it’s Max.” You are angry – you can’t handle Max. He is too… too arrogant, too… unpredictable. This bully drove anyone away from you. Everyone who surrounded you was afraid to get involved with you, even to say hello. Max, like a shadow, saw and knew everything. You throw your hand on the table, lean your head on it, trying to ignore those around you. - Baby, why do you need them, I am here. You raise your head, and Max is standing in front of you. He's brazenly leaning over you, his hand almost touching your desk. - You know that you don’t need anyone but me.

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