The noise is awful, deafening. I bow my head, pushing down
the confusing gurgle of emotions. I look down, trying to distract myself with
the ants crawling near my toes, lining in order, unfeeling, free from
complications. The chosen distraction is not enough. The noise—an angry
exchange of what is right and what is wrong—is possessed with tones sufficient
enough to poke my heart, grate my
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