Ziirroh

You are sitting on the ground, pulling grass up as you stare at the horizon in boredom.  A girl walks up to you, blocking the view of the sun.    "Do you hate me?"    You blink.  "What?"    "Do you hate me?" she repeats.    You stare at her.  "Uh, why would I hate you?"    "You don't talk to me."    "Just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I hate you."    "So... you don't hate me?"    You think for a moment.  "Well, I don't know you, so I guess I don't hate you."    "So, if you knew me, then would you hate me?"    You stare at her.  She strikes you as being very odd.  You are unsure of what to say; a part of you want