When things like this happen, I am the loser. I don't have the right to ask. I don't even have the right to react like this. Why do I care anyway? Whenever someone asks me about it, I've always been saying that I don't care. It's been months now and I am still bothered. I thought I've already forgotten about it. Why is there a need to remind me of this? It's a stain. Yes, it is a stain - dirty and inescapable.
How I wish I have the detergent to wash it off. Clearly, just water is not enough.
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