I duck my head, quickly looking away from anyone that might have seen me. I really hoped no one had, but from the titters I could hear echoing around the room, that hope was pretty much null and void. I grimace, looking for the exit. If I leave, if I disappear, then they might just forget this little incident. I didn't want this to be the way people remembered me. I couldn't let it....I sunk down into a shadowed corner by the stairs. Why did I have to be such a clutz?
-Inspiration from a post I wrote on a different site.
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