This is gonna be awkward. So, so awkward. As soon as I see Arsene, he's going to give me that smirk that says, "You're still here, eh?" and then he's going to ask if I read the paper today because of that story about Man City giving up on me and I'm going to pretend I didn't and then I'm going to die a little inside and everyone's going to be looking at me and it'll be awful. Ugh. They're already taking my picture before I even get to the pitch. This is probably going on the website...
I wonder if Cesc put in that word for me with Barca yet. Weird that he stopped replying to my texts. Maybe 17 in one day was too many. Yeah, I knew that would be too many. He's probably just busy talking me up and doesn't want to get back to me until he has good news. Yeah. That's definitely it...
Seriously, why is everyone still looking at me? Are they saying something? Are they saying something about me? I can't hear over the sound of my own running. Why do I have to run so loud?! When I stop running I'm going to try and listen. If they say anything about me I'm going straight to HR.
I think I'm going to be sick...
Just keep smiling. Everything is fine. No one is looking at you. Everything is fine. ... Santi Cazorla is a pretty cool name. Why couldn't I be a Santi Cazorla? Maybe I should change my name to Santi Cazorla and take up pottery. How could Man City want Samir f***ing Nasri and not me?
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