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My Desk Drawer. New York, NY

Anthony is this crazy old man who lives on my crazy old block in this crazy old shop full of absolutely nothing.  When the weather is nice, Crazy Anthony stands outside Crazy Nothings and starts up Crazy Conversations with just about everyone.  Unfortunately, due to a penchant for staring directly into the eyes of strangers when I’m not paying attention, this usually includes me.  Flash back to yesterday, on my way home from martial arts class:
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CA: ..
HI-GORGEOUS! {said as if one word, like highlighter or hi-top}
Me: ..Hi Anthony.
CA: ..YOU LOOK FANTASTIC!
Me: ..Thank you.
CA: ..YOU’RE IN LOVE. YOU MUST BE IN LOVE.
Me: ..Nope, not today.
CA: ..WHAAAT?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN LOVE?!
Me: ..Okay, I’m gonna go shower now.
CA: ..BYE THEN.
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Then I came home and realized that the reason my bedroom kinda smells like melted wax whenever the heat comes on is because my desk straddles the radiator and I have (had) a box of crayons in there.  HI-GORGEOUS!