She went on and on and on and on and on....

A couple of years ago, i met this girl........... i use to go to an old elementary with her until grade four, and then i left the school do go to St. Anthony of Padua in Vancouver. When i saw her, i didnt even recognize her because i just didnt, but she noticed me because my face hasnt change for almost my whole life. After a while, i finally remembered her. I asked her how she was doing, and she started talking about how much....... her life was so sucky, and she didnt want to go to school, she wanted to run away, and everything after that was just blah blah blah. I think she talked to me for half an hour. It was so weird, because she was talking like blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
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blahblahblhablahblahblahblah....wow, that was just like using dots, maybe ull get tired reading this, like i got bored of her, but i had her talking to me for half an hour. It felt like the slowest half an hour of my life, because i had to keep eye contact so that she wouldnt be mad at me, but i just starred past her like she wasnt their. She finally caught on after half an hour, that i wans't paying attention to her, and she fell silent. I think it was maybe one of the happiest moments of my life. It was like all the torture she put upon me was over. She then asked me how i was doing, and i said "alright". And thats it. I know maybe its being mean , but i didnt want to talk alot, i just wanted her of the bus. When i finally got to my stop, i said an akward goodbye and then went on my way to my friends house..........................