Today I was sitting in the sun in a public park full of families and dog owners and people tending their community garden plots. I had my nose buried in a 700 page trade paperback, and didn't even look up when someone stopped near me and muttered something about my "good legs". It was pretty hard to concentrate on the book when he started calling me a racist bitch for not responding and then said he hoped I'd die unhappy and have a horrible life as he walked off.

I guess a big part of the prob...
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