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Older couple, presumably from out of town, in front of me eats.  Looked with curious curvature to their faces as I approached this back table, just behind them.

Another older couple passing the Oakville, on street, holding glasses—  shit, forgot it’s barrel tasting weekend.  This and next.  Great.  Drunk asshole tourists, dimwit locals.  Can’t miss it, even one year.

Sweet mystical christ this coffee’s hot.. bit scone.. more people with their labeled glasses for even and those idiotic bracelets.

Stop my writing— see or try to see if it’s still raining.

Lightly.

Hopefully it gets angry.  Scares them away.

RAIN!