That one time I was writing in public

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I’m sitting in this vegan place with these juices surrounding me, and I’m writing this story, and it’s pouring outside, and I get to this part of the story that feels really real to me, or whatever … whatever it was, I was writing it, and I got all emotional, so there I am, on my laptop crying in a vegan restaurant with three juices surrounding me and I just keep tugging on my hat because people are looking.

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