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That was really...okay, this is going to be a totally insane comment to make, but it was really perfectly written - especially those last few lines. Perfect.

Fuck.

I'm going to link you on my blog, okay sweetie, because your writing rocks!

Nothing good ever happens when you're waiting for the pharmacist.

I am baffled as to why the people who are working at the pharmacy counter always seem... mentally slow. You'd think being able to retain the spelling of a name for 5-seconds would be a good skill for someone who holds life and death in their hands in the form of the wrong medication. And yet, nine times out of ten, short term memory eludes the pharmacy counter.

YOU... ARE.... THERE.

I'm left with so many emotions after reading this post, the strongest two being shock--once again, by the casual indefference exhibited by people today--and overwhelming sadness. Excellant, searing entry.

Well, I'm glad you liked it, because I can't think of anything else interesting to goddamn post. I'm so fried, I'm practically French.

Damn. If you ever decide to put together a book of NYC vignettes, that would be a powerful one to include.

You rock, lady!

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