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"Paul is laying on the floor staring at the ceiling, and he won't talk to me", said the girl to her parents. Paul's mother got up from the dinner table and went into the living room.
"Paul, why are you acting so strange?"
"I'm not".
"Why don't you come have some steak?"
Paul sighed and thought to himself, 'fuck off'.
The mother went back into the kitchen.
The girl poked Paul with her finger and giggled.
Paul got up and left the house--he was going to see if any of his friends were
at the skate park.
His friend Josh was there, trying to impress some girls with a skateboard trick.
Paul sat down on a concrete slab and pulled out a cigarette. He started smoking
cigarettes a few days ago because he didn't give a fuck about his body and because his parents always told him not to smoke.
"Hey, what's up", said Josh.
"Nothing".
Paul coughed uncontrollably for a few seconds, dropping his cigarette.
He picked it back up really quick and turned red, then glanced over at the two
girls sitting nearby. He thought he saw one of them smirking and felt like an idiot.
He thought that it would be a good idea to show them that he really didn't give a fuck about anything, so he starting calling another kid at the park a "faggot" for wearing a helmet.