I snap briskly around the corner, look up and see S. She's standing idly by a stretcher looking bored. As I walk up she glances at me and then stares at the white linoleum floor
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Aw, she is one of those. I went to high school with several of those. It's best to have as little contact with them as possible. It's a sad trivial existence for them, too much observation of that will depress you.
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