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I've cut my hair.
I went to the bookstore, then to a diner to read a delicious book on conspiracies. It was eleven p.m. on a weekday, but the parking lot was pretty full. It can be like that there. Can't say it's the food or the service.
I only eat a donuts once or twice a year. I wanted a chocolate donut but they didn't have those. I ate a regular donut. The woman behind the counter was quite large and did not move quickly. People with waitress or counter jobs used to move. They often don't now.
After about an hour of solving conspiracies, I needed another donut. There had been plenty. Just then a very large man came up to the bakery counter. He bought a bakery box full of . . . all the donuts. I glared at him. He didn't move very fast but he got there a minute before I did and that's all it took. Then he proceeded to the takeout counter and ordered some more food.
Was it a conspiracy that a guy I've never seen before appears on the one day I eat donuts and scoops them all up one minute before me? I'll leave that for you to determine. I know what it feels like.
