K left today. She is currently driving cross-country in a stuffed car to Providence, Rhode Island. The last time I saw her car that stuffed was 2 years ago when she moved in, the first day I ever met her. Today before she left, we went to breakfast, and she ran across the street to make a deposit at the bank. I told A, her boyfriend, my other roommate, that I hoped she didn't cry because then I would lose it. Well, we were both fine until the sidewalk, outside her packed car. Then we both started crying. And this man in an Oregon Ducks shirt, holding a giant camera, just kept staring at us. I don't think I saw him ever turn away, although I clearly wasn't watching him the entire time.
So when I went to my car with my friend M, we discussed this staring man and how weird it was that he was watching my roommate and I cry on the sidewalk. And then I made my friend take a picture of a bloody paper towel. I am obviously a hypocrite.
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