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Enemies. More often than not are friends one does not like. People who you smile at in person and scowl at in private. You spread gossip about them. You tear them apart. You hate your enemies, but your enemies do not know how much or if you even hate them at all.
A salesman came up to me while I was shopping in the mall downtown. He asked me if I had a moment to spare to hear about his great new product. i told him I didn't and quickly walked away. He looked sad. I wondered as I walked away if I should have taken the smallest of moments to speak to him, to let him know that someone cares enough about his existence to listen to him.
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