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I often take my meals alone. It isn't difficult for me, seeing as my usual job requires me to be quite social. Being a doctor is... multifaceted. I enjoy the rewards and the company, but sometimes I value being solitary. The sound of nothing but a rustling napkin, a glass touching back down on the table.
I climbed onto the metro, heaving a sigh. My bags were heavy but no one stopped to help. It seemed like the world was against me. It was one of those days when I seemed to be surrounded by supermodelesque people, standing out as the one person in yoga pants with mussed up hair. It was going to be a long day.
I posted this again, under my account, so that it would be included in my writings. It was originally posted with a guest thing. Just know that I'm not plagiarizing. :D
I positively couldn't believe that people could be so rude. Jostling, shoving, glaring... it was hard to believe that we'd walked on the moon, only to come to such caveman-like behavior in a simple metro. Inconceivable.
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