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February 1, 2015
It was unexpected. Spent most the day figuring out how I was going to grocery shop and do laundry with the foot of snowfall. As the evening progressed, I read, but got bored with it. So I slept, went grocery shopping. The cashier looked like a regular middle aged man except for the fact he had long, lee-press on nails. Our exchange seemed awkward, probably because I didn't comment on them. Just ran my debit card and exchanged pleasantries. I checked on my mom later. But lost patience as S texted me through the conversation, asking what's up here.