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People deal with anger or feeling uncomfortable in as many ways as there are fish flopping in the sea's watery kingdoms. Some will crack jokes, to release the tension pushing their skin outward. Some will yell, or scream, to make everyone around them aware of their current state of being: fury. Others, like me, prefer to pretend we were never there. While everyone is giggling or screeching away the pain, we grab everything and scurry away, so when they come up to breathe we are not there to look in the eye. Perhaps one day this way of running away from the source will be my curse, but for now, I can be happy I escaped. This time.