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The pop song playing a dorm down seemed haunting a sallow through the concrete walls as the hot water assailed my scalp. I was overly familiar with the sonorous distortion that distance creates, especially with beautiful sought after things such as song. 

"thank you." The boy jogged forth to catch the door I'd held open. 

My coffee tasted sweeter, the kindness of a stranger. 

Too often do I fall victim to my own social distortions, cruel ideations that ring too true to be dismissed as paranoia. I know I inhabit a world that does not smile back at me.