Getting What You Want
You don't know why they always pick on you, the guys who live in your building. You never give them any trouble when you pass by on your way out the front, where they like to stand in their sweats, either working out or hanging out, but they never let you go without something. Usually it's a just a comment, or blocking your path and making you shuffle around them, eyes down, knowing not to look, not to engage. The comments are always the worst part, for some reason - they always know how to...
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