I was sitting in a coffee shop, working at my computer, when I overheard a woman about my body age, a few feet from me talking with two people who seemed supportive.
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She seemed to recount that she had been a incest victim.
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While she cried, her friends comforted her. How could I not notice them in a public place? She may have noticed that I noticed her. As if a door slammed closed, she talked about something outside. Whatever she spoke of had left her mind.
As I hopped off of my chair to get more coffee, I approached her, keeping two paces. I told her that I was sorry that she had been hurt, and I was hurt, as well.
I did notice.