Something in my face
Must beckon, "Please talk to me,
Though we are strangers."
Seriously. People strike up mini-conversations with me despite my best attempts at looking prickly and unapproachable. I'm just glad I no longer have to use the laundromat. Those places were packed with persistent conversationalists.
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Offer still stands from yesterday's posting...
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