Shouts and Tears

A woman was on the sidewalk outside my house, sobbing and crying loudly. 

"Are you okay?" I asked her. 

Her boyfriend wouldn't stop smoking that shit, and he got angry and insulting and left her when she tried to stop him. 

They won't stop smoking it until they're ready and they'll say anything to get it, I told her. You can find someone better. 

I gave her a Halloween-sized Twix. She was still distraught and eventually I had to leave. 

Two days later I saw her as we were walking our.dog. 

She was screaming angrily at some guy who was walking on the other side of the street. 


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