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I just didn't understand why the girl who took my money kept looking over my shoulder. It kind of freaked me out. It was my left shoulder. There was nothing actually going on there, on that left shoulder, as far as I know. I don't wear shoulder pads or epaulettes, and don't have dandruff or angels.
After a few "Will that be cash?" and staring over my shoulder type of transactions, I kind of really stealthily looked back there. Just see what was going on.
I think she must have been looking at the sparrows. This place has awesome sparrows. House sparrows, also known as English. Male sparrows, female sparrows, a couple who I suspect are transgender, and a really lot of juveniles. They hop all over the place, consuming pastry crumbs, and generally looking very brown and cute.
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