time,
the party.
no where to sit,
or escape
questioning.
who are you,
where do you work,
who did you come with.
you smile
and answer as best
you can.
searching for the door,
sipping your drink,
wishing it was
stronger.
this isn't your cup of
tea,
these situations.
small talk
is like poison to you.
ten minutes in
and you're ready to bolt,
to flee.
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