On my daily walks downtown I am often snapped out of my own head. Even when I don't want to take the walk I will go out of habit and inevitably run into someone who wants to tell me a story. Mike and I have bumped into each other a few times the past two weeks. The other day he told me of his backaches. Do you have a bathtub? Yes I do, he said. His face lit up. I used to love taking bubble baths as a kid, for an hour! My mother would yell at me. Now you're free to take a bath in your own apartment. I think I'll go home and do that, he said smiling.
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