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 also i'll post that one pasta about them from some website that i find really interesting
>There they sat—one young woman and two young men, their clothes drab and
>their hair unkempt—huddled together as if for warmth. All around them, people
>were talking, joking, laughing. Not these three. They clutched half-eaten burritos
>like starving children, whispering among themselves.
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>I walked over. I said something.
>
>They stopped and stared at me. Their faces were wary and bewildered, as if they
>were zoo animals and I had rattled the bars of their cage.
>
>“Thanks,” said one of the young men. I never knew someone could mumble and
>snarl in one syllable. There was no gratitude in the word—only a sardonic
>loathing that seemed aimed at everything and everyone in the room, maybe even
>the young man who said it. Then he turned back to his two comrades and
>resumed whispering. I stood there for a few seconds before I realized I had been
>dismissed.
>
>All I’d said was, “I really love your band.”
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