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The boppy haired women dashed past me, tears in her eyes. I don't think it was the melancholy band playing in the bookstore.

"Dude I forgot I'm sorry"

said a tall man with a faux hawk to who I can only assume was a boyfriend or close friend. I try to piece together the story. I make one up. She lost someone close and faux hawk blurted something out. She comes back, they hug and exchange apologies. I flip through an original Ian Flemming novel. The music is still melancholy and everyone is drinking free wine except us.

The "DJ" makes fun of our after gig destination. Repeatedly.

"Sorry Jen but that guy is kind of a dick"

I say nothing because I'm the guest in this town.

"I'm only nice with him because he DJ's for free and gets us gigs. I agree with you, he is a huge dick"

With that clarification were free to insult away.

"He's just a old cranky hipster"

Fin.