Sometimes G reminds me of the time when I was sitting in a library and a human who dressed like a teenage boy sat at a table behind me & played lots of depressing music like someone who really wanted some attention. Which is different from the time I was in the Eagle Rock library and the woman who looked like E's mom sat there taking notes until she saw me looking at her, and then she got up and left. And then as I left the library, someone who looked like E's sister walked in, looking mad, like she needed to retrieve a parent or something.
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