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  • They were there just a minute ago. On the corner of the next bus stop. She had a small potted plant in one hand, and she embraced him with both arms and kissed him over and over, with a smile.

    He seemed very happy about it. But he didn't take his left hand out of his pocket, during the whole time. I don't know what it is, but it makes me so angry. It's like, small manifestations of power. Like he couldn't be bothered. Like she isn't worth his full attention.

    They parted and got on different buses. They seemed happy. I was pissed off.
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