I’m young and in another world, thinking of hollowness and stairs. I go to buy a Bach Cello Suites CD.
The store is almost empty. I’m happy - don’t bother to hear the piped sound.
“So, you like Classical music?” “You like this?”
I smile shyly, blushing. “Yes.” Hollowness and stairs. I just want my music. Leave me the hell alone.
“Do you like this one better than…?”
I try to be polite, answer vaguely, nod, move away.
“I’ll come up with you.”
He follows me to the counter, enters my personal information.
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