when a woman
suddenly stopped in front of me and screamed
"Well, if it isn't Mister Fuck!"
I pointed at myself asking,
"Who me?"
"Yeah, you!""Oh."
"You don't remember, do you?"
"no, I don't, I said.
She just stood there
and stared at me for
about ten eternal seconds
and then started to walk away,
but before she could take
the second step,
she turned around,
and slightly spitting on my face,
she screamed, "you're an ASSHOLE."
I kept going
feeling strange about this
encounter until a block later,
when I remembered her,
and realized, that,
I had to give credit
to her last words.
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