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I can sit here and smile.
And just smile and sit here.
I'll be over in the corner, but I won't rock myself to sleep; that'd seem peculiar, right?
I won't hum, that would make it seem odd too.
How about I just sit silent, but not into a blank stare.
I'll sit with a little twinkle in my eyes and keep my legs criss-cross applesauce.
Seems normal, right?
Like a normal kindergartener.

I won't sit straight, well, at least not too straight, I'll slouch somewhat.
And I won't cry until you leave.
And I'll wipe up the tears before you come back.
Check mirror.
Make sure my eyes aren't red.

You'll never know how distraught I was.