Looting (9 of 10): First night flashback.

The first big night of looting and the morning after, I followed the police scanner rabidly and was texting a lot with my one art school colleague who wears women's clothes.

For example, I texted -

I can't believe these updates

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E.g. 

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Someone set the Dunkin Donuts tables on fire. [intersection removed]

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It's the mention of chain stores

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If this was a dystopian novel, it'd be lazy writing

- to which he was like -

Everything's mundane! Fat T**mpers want to go to Applebee's and blacks wanna burn down Dunkin Donuts

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The morning after the first big night of looting, then, I woke up to more texts, briefly checked the news, decided I couldn't handle it, and then decided to zone out for the day.

So, I texted him -

I blocked the net on my phone, put on Tusk, and will update Egyptian flashcards, with a break for coffee and shaving my balls.

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I need to recenter.

He texted back -

Sickie LOL.

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"Shaving my balls" Lololol

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Self-Care Saturday

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I have to be honest I am so dead inside and sick all the time and this is thrilling

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