An possible feminist archetype yells, “ALL MY MEN ARE DEAD, THANK GOD!”…goes on discussing in a vociferous but unintelligible voice. I suspend my judgement, more curious than anything. Being disturbed from my self talk and ogling of celebrities with their stunt doubles, I reflect on what I’m doing… interspersed with the random “SHUT UP!” “SHUT UP!” Are they playing Guess Who? Laughter colors the rest of their now. I am amused in this now…I’m giggling, inside of course. No craziness peeking out just yet. 🤓
Almost closing time…
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