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Shower

Someone thanked me today for being nice.
It wasn’t like we’d ever met (at least not to either of our knowledge), and it was not like they had met the reputation that was me; they said it as someone who never got a kind glance their way and was probably bullied their whole life til now, even now.
They said thanks for not judging or stopping conversation when they approached.
They felt included.

That’s the small bit I give back to you, America.

Can I trust you to give it back?

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