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  • He stumbles into the restaurant I am standing in with a Canadian. He is falling down drunk and they are waiting at a podium to be seated but he has a bottle of beer in his hand from somewhere else. We make eye contact which makes me want to vomit because I hate him. I walk by and hiss, "Classy," to which he answers, "I'm fine, how are you?" The Canadian thinks this is hilarious because it is obvious that he has no idea what is going on. I am trying to storm off dramatically but my legs have suddenly become extremely heavy and impossible to use. I am trying to act normal but it is pretty obvious that I have forgotten how to walk. Everything feels and looks like velvet.
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