It was a strange moment when I realized that everyone has a life as vivid and as complex as my own.
And maybe for one brief moment, I was an extra in your story; the person sipping coffee behind you, briefly part of it, silently watching it unfold. Maybe it was a part so enthralling my coffee went cold…
I will have an opinion on what I experienced, I may write it down. Sometimes I use bad words. Usually that’s when the story is good. This could be about you, or not.
And if it is, you owe me coffee.
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