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Breakfast at Jack in the Box - sausage croissant and OJ. The guy in the next booth is sleeping and in the corner senior citizens talk about recent hospital visits. I turn on the way out to say goodbye to the employee - she's Hispanic and beautiful. I love her smile. On I go to my weekly piano lesson. I've been taking piano lessons for years and I don't know if I'm any good. I can now read music but I'm terrified of trying this in front of actual people. My piano teacher falls asleep now when I play - we've been together too long. Perhaps I should give it up but it is one of my weak threads to the otherwise lonely world. I move on and go for a walk. I say hi to people and pet dogs. I pretend I'm one of them and the world is okay - it's not. I think about death and how much empty space is behind me. Later I stop at the coffee shop. The girl behind the counter flips her hair and smiles - is she flirting with me. I forget my age and everything else for a moment. I think she has a boyfriend but the fantasy plays like a twisted drug in my playdough brain. I sit in the corner like a statue. I hear the mumbling from afar. Outside the window somebody sings. Now I'm home flipping channels like there is a purpose - tomorrow is coming I need to prepare.
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That was very eloquent. You are a nice writer.
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I agree with Valentina. Your writing is impressive. I wonder if you ever thought of joining some writers groups. There is a meetup in my area for amateur writers. It seems like an active group. I came across by accident. Look up if there is something in your area.
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