i sit and fume
there it is!
her secret, knowing smile.
how does she know?
every time.
she's laughing now.
i try to lie.
she doesn't believe me.
who would?
it's hard to conceal feelings
that strong.
my face is red.
i stalk off
chased
by
her secret, knowing smile.
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