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I know that you'll never talk to me, but a dumb boy can always dream, and that's exactly what I plan to do, dream of a place where I'd be cool. I see her walking away wearing a beautiful, white sleevless sweater. I don't know what I would say if ever given the chance to meet her. I might just tell her my name, scared to death of what she would do, for now I'll just close my eyes because sleeping sure beats being ridiculed