Walking along, I see a guy, probably tough, hit the girl he is with. I yell at him to stop. He smirks and call me a faggot. I yell that I will call the police and make a point of noticing his license plate number, which I promptly forget. But I think he noticed because he shut up.
I walked a few hundred yards further and a guy, passing me on the street, offers me a high five, which I return.
He could not have seen what transpired.
There are circles within circles.
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