Speaking My Mind

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Pink hair. Baggy sweats. Glasses.

My breath caught, and the whole world stopped.

Yes, the entire fucking world.

Politicians stopped arguing, mothers in labor stopped pushing, bullets stopped slicing through the air, bodies of water became still, and the fat guy eating a double-patty big burger stopped eating. He should stop eating for awhile.

I watched, paralyzed, as she made her way to the register to order.

Was it her? Was it her…?

A rush of memories zipped through my mind, crippling me. I grabbed onto the seat, trying not to puke.

Don’t puke, don’t puke…

I had nothing to puke anyway.

As I regained my composure, she turned around and her eyes slid over my body.

I sighed with relief.

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