i went to weaver st after work before the rain

shortly after arrival i got chatted up by a familar stranger. but rather than make rude overtures or open my laptop, i just sat back and let him chat and occasionally said something that showed i was halfway listening.

i watched the rain come in bands, and i watched the people coming in and out of the market. and he talked and i halfway listened.

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I’m just glad it wasn’t me…

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