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A chat on subreddit /r/me_irl
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To be honest though, it got a little bit too quiet. The first month was just pure bliss; but one night, awake in bed, going over my finances, trying to manage the panic attack that was building up inside me, I realized the nightly chaos always had been a convenient distraction. I might have been angry and tired, but my mind was not occupied with all these troublesome issues and I'd usually fall asleep.

The first week went by, second one was even worse. I got some sleeping pills from the pharmacy, but I still couldn't sleep, would roll over from one side to the other, turn around my pillow to feel the cold side on my face for a few minutes until I was uncomfortable, yet again plowing through the sheets, my mind chasing existential crisis material.

After two months of what had become unbearable silence, I decided to find Mr. Pimpy Boy (as we used to call him) and what better place to start than the Strip Mall, literally, as it was no longer family friendly territory thanks to the rampant drug problem that somehow became more widespread during lockdown.

Not even five minutes scouting the area, Lindy (who would be one of the girls hollering across the parking lot every Tuesday and Thursday night), kind of bumped into me. First she didn't seem to recognize me, probably because I was just standing on my balcony every time I was telling her to fuck off, but that initial confusion turned into a sour smile and she said "Well, if it isn't fucking tangcameo. You tryin to ruin my day again or what the actual fuck are you doing on my truf?!" And I'm pretty sure she meant "turf", but she said truf. So I replied "Well, look, I'm sorry to bother you on your turf, but I'm looking for Mr. Pimpy Boy who used to live in my building, do you know ..." And she got real pissed and barked at me. "This is our truf, you better not fuck around or find out. He no longer in town dough FIY!" And I think she meant to say FYI, but whatever.

So at this point, I'm slowly regretting my decision, but not sure how to get out of the situation. Guess the look on my face was difficult to read, or idk, for some reason Lindy starts sobbing and trying to hug me. The smell of menthol cigarettes still lingering in her hair, I try to back out, but end up patting her back ackwardly like some robot imitating human interaction.

Just as I feel it couldn't get any worse, she backs off abruptly, gives me a really weird glance. "Bet you didn't hug a woman like me in a long time. But I ain't an idiot. Buy me rassberry panecakes and I'll tell you all about it! That place right around the corner is fine!" Again, I think, she must have meant raspberry pancakes, but maybe it was a unique thing I didn't know about or code for sexy time. Either way, I was not interested, but at the same time intrigued.

She turned around "I can see you don't care enough about me, even dough you almost got me into jail that one night when I was hollering across the parking lot. I'm just the hollering type but you just disrispect who I identified with! Jesus fucking Chrysler, people like you are always the same!" 

For some reason this made me change my mind, so I just gave her a nod, communicating that I was down for whatever the fuck was about to happen next.
gpt
Sequel when? What happened next?!