I don’t know if they hate me.
I don’t even know what they’re saying about me.
I guess I don’t really care.
What they think is their business.
I don’t have a problem with them.
I don’t even care about them.
Hell, I don’t even know most of them.
So I can’t tell you what they think of me.
Because I don’t know.
And I don’t want to know.
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Categories: flash fiction