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today: in manhatten

today, in manhatten i let a guy on drugs cut in front of me at the checkout he asked nicely; i found him endearing i had never seen someone so earnestly and sweetly try to contain how strung out he was and i don't think i'd ever seen someone so strung out the cashier looked him up and down, but he just turned back at me, and smiled thanks for being so nice, you have green eyes he smiled sweetly, and turned back i froze; i felt sick — he had seen me and some people take weeks, months, years, to notice and he took his change & left
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