How was I supposed to know he wasn't talking to me? There didn't appear
to be anybody else around, and when a hooded, hated figure looks my way
and starts on a fraternal sounding greeting, I'm going to respond. As he
got closer, his gaze became evidently diverted. He was talking to the
silent walker behind me, and smiled at my mistake as he passed. No real
reason to be embarrassed, but I am.
-Sent from Austin's phone.
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2 comments:
Intrigued by the "hooded, hated figure" part of this story.
You're good at these snippet encounters.
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