Haru
If I thought the changing room incident was the pinnacle of my public humiliation for the day, the food court was here to remind me that the universe wasn’t done using me as its personal comedy punching bag. We’d claimed a corner booth that was approximately the size of a postage stamp for four adult men and one perpetually undersized me, which mean…
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