There, but for the grace of g--, go I. She wasn't causing any trouble. She wasn't bothering anybody. But the people were bothered.
"You have to go."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. But you have to go."
"It's cold."
"It is."
They kept calling her the crazy lady, but I found her to be charming. Told me I was sophisticated and asked me about my girlfriend. All the inane stuff everyone else talks about. Just her being there made my tips plummet. My well-being depended on her absence.
"You have to go."
"Can you give me a hug?"
"Bye."
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