Good Lord!

People here are commenting on what I’m wearing.

A couple of women behind me are talking about the manager of the library and all this shit, O.G. etcetera.

 

Rob or Robbie just walked by me and acted like he was casually looking at me.  Not.  Gah.

 

Spending money I can’t afford…$1 something on a bagel.  Cheapest thing I could get when I really need to eat and get out of the rain and the cold.

 

Now the women behind me in the booth, continue to talk about someone dying.  Twice, I have heard, “he died” and something about victims.  Never ends.  

 

They’re ruthless.  Heartless.  Everywhere.  Whomever they are.  Now they’re laughing.  Do these people have emotions?  Probably.

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