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March 9, 2020
Florent Finkelbaum waits for the bus like everyone else, and hums to herself as she thinks people who take the bus do even though no one else is doing it. She thinks wrong, however, and is oblivious to the continuum of disapproval expressed by other prospective passengers ranging from fluttering eye blinks, to side glances, to outright glares bordering on "evil eye". Once she boards, she'll take a seat next to someone else even though there are many others more isolated, and noisily unwrap an entire sleeve of Saltines, offering one to her hapless neighbor, thinking she's really fitting in.