Passing by Barnes and Noble in Union Square, a teenage goth-looking girl
with blue hair and pale skin, smoking a cigarette, stops me. I try and
politely continue walking but she paces me.
-Hey mister, I need your help. Can you...can you buy me a nook?
-A nook?
-Yeah. I really need you to buy me a nook.
-Sorry. I can't help you buy a nook.
I keep walking and she stops, then calls after me.
-Well fuck you. When I'm rich, I'll buy myself a nook.
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