On one of those last trips to the farmers market like in later October, I was walking towards the market and I was passing some outdoor seating at a small breakfast cafĂ© place, when I started sneezing like I do and I just couldn’t stop sneezing and sneezing and sneezing like happens with me sometimes, where it’s one sneeze that starts and then the feeling lingers in your nose and then it grows into another one and it repeats like that over and over and over.
And, this one (tall) (late 40s) (lanky) (bearded) (black) man is sitting at a table there with a (black) woman (his girlfriend?), and as I pass by and sneeze and then sneeze again, he calls out to me affably, “Get ‘em all out!”.
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