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“Are you listening?” Aya’s tone fills with irritation.
“Wha?Yes, of course”, I fib. My unbridled mind tends to wander arbitrarily. I didn't even realize the excursion to my own reverie. People can tell by looking at my face. I don’t have the knack for controlling my face expression and it always radiates the truth.
“What’s wrong with you? You seem to be unfocused!”
“What do you mean? I always stay focus!” I start to feel peeved. She always said that I tend to be absent-minded most of the time and that is of course, not true! I take a sip of my coffee to pacify my anger.
“That’s my drink, anyway,” she said nonchalantly and I nearly spurt it out onto her face.
“Seriously, what wrong with you these days?”
“Nothing is wrong!” I quickly drink my coffee. And that very moment, I realize that I've forgotten to add sugar.
I know I can lie to her but I could never fool my own heart.
“Wha?Yes, of course”, I fib. My unbridled mind tends to wander arbitrarily. I didn't even realize the excursion to my own reverie. People can tell by looking at my face. I don’t have the knack for controlling my face expression and it always radiates the truth.
“What’s wrong with you? You seem to be unfocused!”
“What do you mean? I always stay focus!” I start to feel peeved. She always said that I tend to be absent-minded most of the time and that is of course, not true! I take a sip of my coffee to pacify my anger.
“That’s my drink, anyway,” she said nonchalantly and I nearly spurt it out onto her face.
“Seriously, what wrong with you these days?”
“Nothing is wrong!” I quickly drink my coffee. And that very moment, I realize that I've forgotten to add sugar.
I know I can lie to her but I could never fool my own heart.
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