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She didn’t say anything to her friend.  She was the type to listen, but not say much in response, so she never knew she was thinking.  The next best thing was to look within the deep brown pools of eyes and search for some typer of reaction, but mostly it was blank, acting as a reflector for the speaker.  So she was shocked one morning while dramatizing her night’s mundane activities when she screamed, “Do you ever shut up so you can realize how inane you are?”

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