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Giggles and chatter surrounded Ouma as nausea pooled in his stomach.
Gossip; articles of gossip littered their tongues; disgusting words and lies flew out of their mouths as if they were nothing. It made Ouma sick, literally.
All the lies that ripped from their throats made Ouma lightheaded.
They were about him, and about people he knew.
Don’t confront me; don’t talk to me; don’t look at me, He thought.
Ouma’s eyes were glued to his desk. He stayed silent in a talkative classroom of people.
Don’t move; don’t look up, He told himself.
A terrible-tasting substance filled his mouth.