You don't know me. That's just as well. I don't get to see your face either, so it's only fair that you don't know who I am.
Faceless. That's the best and worst part of the internet, isn't it? You can talk of anything here, and it gets buried under the rubble. Our own little world, connected with signal waves and glass wires and little chips. Hypothetically I can find anyone on here, behind the mask of anonymity.
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So I tried to. I logged onto Facebook, the age-old relic it was, and found my sixth-grade English teacher. I had made an account specifically for that. I hadn't thought about this particular teacher in years, apart from stray thoughts leading back to my time in school, which was, in all honesty, quite a terrible time.
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