We talked for a bit more, but I got all the information I need.
“Thanks, Elijah.”
“No problem, Rozenn. Thanks for the interview.”
It was so uncomfortable. I know he wasn’t attacking me, but I did question my own existence so far because I know some of the stuff he said couldn’t happen to me.
Shoot, I was from a wealthy suburb in Antioch, Illinois which is in the second richest county of my home state. Most of the other concert goers in that area were busy whining about whatever in pop punk bands or metalcore bands which annoyed me.
But was I that much better than them?
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