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“What’re you staring at?”
I don’t bother responding. There
isn’t anything that I can say to someone
like Nancy. She must be half my age but
shows no respect. I stare at her instead,
cocking my head to the side, truly
observing her.
She frowns, then shrinks away,
pretending to count her cash. I know
she’s already counted it twice.
