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My affliction decided to join us, forcing me to push my toes on the floor as though I were trying to eject myself from the chair. I prayed she didn__ notice what the affliction was making me do. I half expected to be eaten alive or murdered and buried out back in the school yard. ____ not afraid of you, ya know,_ I said, although I was terrified of her. The words hurt her, but that wasn__ my intent. She turned her face and looked out the window into North Cliff Street. She knew what her face and twisted body looked like, and she probably knew what the kids said about her. It was probably an open wound for her and I had just tossed salt into it. I was instantly ashamed of what I done and tried to correct myself. I didn__ mean to be hurtful, because I knew what it was like to be ridiculed for something that was beyond one__ control, such as my affliction, and how it made me afraid to touch the chalk because the feel of chalk to people like me is overwhelming. If I had to write on the blackboard, I held the chalk with the cuff of my shirt and the class laughed. __ou look good in a nun__ suit,_ I said. It was a stupid thing to say, but I meant well by it. She looked down at the black robe as if she were seeing it for the first time.
