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As I Sit Alone at Lunch

Sometimes, when I sit alone at lunch many seats comfortably away from the nearest stranger, it hits me. It crushes me.The nervous anxiety of a studying student slowly eating their bowl of ramen.The giddy, awkward dance of young love exhibited by two fearful hopefuls both freshly showered.The dutiful expression of industry on the misfigured face of a janitor, a detail that means nothing, and everything, doing her job invisibly among the…

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