Sound

It looks like I need to add my headphones to my "Leave the house," pat down song.  Now I have to listen to the morning group of old ladies coo and tremble at the baby in the stroller two feet from me. 

A repeated search of pockets tell me that I have no recourse to people talking so much so early in the morning. Endless streams of meaningless topics flying about loudly. I heard the mom criticizing her sister for being a helicopter mom. Other people chitter all around me.

Flip phones. Diversify.  Permanent tooth. Dating. Rain. Ballerina. Eggs. 

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