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going to the grocery store, in the bathroom stall shoving soyrizo and veggies into my backpack, and an elderly woman comes in, heaves herself down, and makes massive shitting noises for the next five minutes as I quietly listen
scuffing pink lipstick stained butts with green sneakers
talking to Gabe again
a delicious stack of books
passing James on the way home
it’s windy out.
These are things that are good today.
My hackles are up.
