The old geezer said to me. I had just left work, feeling unwell due to my monthly feminine penance.

Get lost, motherf**er! I thought to myself and grimaced at him. Why should I smile, it’s cold and I feel like hell. Why do strangers feel the need to inflict happiness on others?

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