I was in a room that was very crowded. I was staying in someone's place, but her things were still there. Boxes of items in her closet, some clothes, and things around the room. I had decided not to go into work that day on a fluke and I was glad I had made that choice because a pile of women showed up in my room going through things. They were women who represented ...? popularity I suppose. People from high school and some previous jobs that had all been popular, the "in" crowd. I saw that one of them had a tile about 6 inches by 6 inches that had neatly placed color swatches and a sketch of a room. I said "oh, I didn't know you were a designer?" awkwardly. She looked up and said yes in a "what's it to you?" sort of way. I was getting stressed. I didn't want to assume any authority in the place because I was staying at the kindness of a friend, but at the same time, I didn't want them messing with my things. I started just getting my items and moving over to my bed, or to a side of the closet and so on. I could see they seemed to know which items were hers and which were not.
Then I walked out of the house and decided to get some breakfast. The line was long and people didn't seem to mind as it was a good place. The building was an old victorian house that had been there for years. The outside was painted in red, black and white, and not well. You could tell it had been painted over several times as all of the edges were rounded and took on odd shapes. For some reason it still looked ok and even gave it more charm. A man looked at me. He looked middle eastern, but like a character in an old children's book. He had a very long face, tanned skin and the long skinny nose with the bump in the middle. He was making fun of how horrible the house looked and that they should tear it down. I was telling him that although it may not seem old in his country, it is a very old house in our area and a prize. I looked back at him and his face turned into a smiling black man with dreadlocks and he was holding his little girl. I was a little upset his face had changed because I wanted to study his face more. I decided to not have breakfast and walked down the stairs.
Then I walked out of the house and decided to get some breakfast. The line was long and people didn't seem to mind as it was a good place. The building was an old victorian house that had been there for years. The outside was painted in red, black and white, and not well. You could tell it had been painted over several times as all of the edges were rounded and took on odd shapes. For some reason it still looked ok and even gave it more charm. A man looked at me. He looked middle eastern, but like a character in an old children's book. He had a very long face, tanned skin and the long skinny nose with the bump in the middle. He was making fun of how horrible the house looked and that they should tear it down. I was telling him that although it may not seem old in his country, it is a very old house in our area and a prize. I looked back at him and his face turned into a smiling black man with dreadlocks and he was holding his little girl. I was a little upset his face had changed because I wanted to study his face more. I decided to not have breakfast and walked down the stairs.
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