conversation with a convenience store worker at two in the morning:

"how's it going?"

"uhhh. ok, mostly, how are you?"

"please, don't ask me that"

"what's wrong?"

"i hate my life"

"i'm sorry"

there was no hope in his eyes

and his voice

was despair

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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