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[Filter: Helen]
Dearest sister, Pollux and I would like to request an audience with you. When can we come press ourselves against your lovely body front door?
[Filter: Menelaus]
I don't think I like the fact that you've been quiet lately. Has my sister tied you up somewhere?
[Filter: Public]
I'm about to share a pathetic story, so don't laugh until the end. Yesterday the back wheel of my bike got a flat, yeah? Flat in the out of air sense, not it went to sign the lease to an apartment. The only option that remained was to push the bike back home. And on the way back home, I accidentally ran that flat tire over an elderly lady's toes.
Her wail of pain kind of made it sound like I'd trodden over her entire body with several bicyles. So there was some apologizing at first, but there wasn't a point because she started yelling at me in Spanish.
Now, me? I speak English. Just English, and let's not go into how much French I know. Everything went right over my head and I just nodded a bit like a bobble head, agreeing with her yelling even though I hadn't a fucking clue was what going on. People were starting to look and I was losing my patience, so off I went.
It was later that I learned she called me a "pendeja".
She thought I was a bloody girl.