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She sat down next to me apologetically.
"Sorry. I always sit here. It's like, my niche," she said with a nervous little laugh. Then she pulled a book out of her purse and began to read. Wow. By virtue of just plunking my fanny down on some random chair, I'd made a total stranger very uncomfortable. How very odd. My prescence alone instilled a sense of unease in people I did not even know. Perhaps it was some unknown power I had yet to tap into. Or maybe. Maybe one of my purposes in life was to give my fellow humans a reality check. To make them uneasy. To break them from their daily ruts by adding a bit of the unexpected. Or maybe. Maybe I'd just had to much caffeine today and the effects were making my brain a bit wonky. Whatever. I needed to go pick up my kids from daycare. As I readied myself to leave, I briefly entertained the notion of speaking to her. Up until now, I'd been silent. Yeah, I knew I would. A situation like this just begged for it. With a cheerful smile, I chirped, "I like gravy!" And then I left the coffee shop.
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