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The bus driver waved to nobody in particular. Nobody in particular waved back.
He found the exact line between crisis and inconvenience.
He came prepared for several possible conversations.
The first rule of puddle club is no one admits they’re in puddle club.
"The statue’s arm was raised in triumph, though historians now believe he was just hailing a cab."
Everyone asks who watches the watchers. Nobody asks if they’re doing okay.
There appears to have been a botanical incident.
I don’t think the other side is sending their best portals.
"Each evening, countless individuals return to their nests carrying provisions in thin plastic sacs."
This feels like a metaphor with poor supervision.
