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ÿþAwkward, I am alone in a group of people, where they do no more than glance at me or offer me a feable hello. Do I continue to just stand there, being the guy nobody knows making myself and those people around me feel even more awkward, or do I remove myself and exchange it all for the feeling of lonliness and self pity? I choose the latter, looking from a distance at the smiling faces I long to join; hearing the laughs I wish to share. But none would introduce me, and none extend a hand, so I take my rightful place as the tourtured outcast, having given in to the inevitable, unfortunate thruth; the truth that is a question: Who a