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People usually glance at me funny, or, when they're drunk in the caf on St. Patty's day, give me attempts at withering glares.
I've had one person give me an all-out, shamelessly astonished, gape-mouthed stare, and one I'm-frightened-for-my-life stare.
One of the older ladies who works at the caf keeps congratulating me on my daring fashion. It makes me feel more confident.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little bat
How I wonder where you're at.
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
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