[talk like a pirate day tomorrow, the 19th]
I drove away and a stranger met my eye. I turned a corner and he watched me go. I stepped on the gas and he decided I couldn't see him anymore. He ran at breakneck speed, like he was going to be locked out or left behind, into a building which wouldn't be locked for hours.
I felt voyeuristic, not for the first time today.
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I initially read "pirate day" as "prairie dog." I do not know why.
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting experience you've collected.
I thought so.
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