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  • I left work early, giving up on the idea that I was healthy and submitting to illness. However, instead of heading directly to home and bed, I stopped and ate a late lunch at (a ramen place). I was trying to be miserable and sickly, eating my chicken ramen in quiet and solitude, but a couple of guys seated in the table behind me were a little too loud for me to successfully engage in my self-pity act.

    One of the guys asked out loud“Why is this place so busy when there’s a Fat Burger across the parking lot?”

    His friend answered back, “The real question is how can the Yoshinoya across the street stay in business, when half the customers here are cops. You know that wherever cops hang out the food is good.”

    A few minutes later, they started arguing over whether a man who just left the restaurant was a police officer/detective or not. I thought the guy’s gun and badge made it obvious that he was, but I guess they didn’t see his waist, because they were discussing the man’s hat; although personally I thought that also made the man’s profession obvious. I mean, who else would wear a gray suit and matching fedora?

    -Excerpt from an old journal of mine, edited slightly to remove the name of the restaurant, because that detail really didn't matter
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