

MemorySummary: He sat on the left hand side like he always did, only this time his attempts at conversation fell on dead ears. SasuNaru, but it's only implied. His trainers scuffled on the ground slightly as he walked down the familiar path, and suddenly he found the sight of his shoelace trailing along the floor fascinating. It was even interesting enough that he didnt look up until he reached the bench. As he settled himself down on the left hand side, he sighed slightly and looked at the restless hands placed carefully in his lap, then took a deep breath and spoke. Hey, Sasuke! The greeting was artificiaMemory
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