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Apr 2015
I let go of the crisp dollar into his cap and across from me a black couple starts whispering
smirking
shifting eyes back and forth between themselves and me
sneers slip off their faces and circle my head in a black dementor fog and my cheeks burn red in shame even though I know I shouldn't feel that way cause I've done a good thing
or have I?
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