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The pillar looks forward forbidding and ugly to Priya. It's obstructing his view of the bakery next door and the delightful young man who lives in his apartment and bought the cheesecake with blueberries to the screen. She hopes that the cake is not a girlfriend or wife, but a cousin or something sweet. It is quickly noticed, however, that the little girl running around the pillar plain fun, trying to hide from his doting mother's eyes and lack of joy, do not perceive exactly the same way. The brother of the girl child is a few tables away, sadly bite his cold chicken nuggets.His eyes continue to go from time to time her father is talking with very bad accents-helper to MCDS because it took more than a minute to serve his family and now they had every right to free coke. "Sir, the offer has expired three days ago, bad-ACC-helper said. "Why do you still have the poster then?" The father asks. "Si-rrr, I'm new here," Bah said. At this stage, an old woman, part of a long queue irritable Jabs dad hard on his shoulder.As he looks around in despair, frustration, frowning, eyes quickly searching for a sympathetic soul, Priya, who has until now been looking at this tiny stage with the greatest attention, is rapidly taking his book and begins to read. Priya can barely concentrate on the text in front of her. She expects her friends to come forward. Today, every day they are late. To top it all, the national food seems unusually crowded. Priya remembers with a jolt that is a miserable Sunday.The children are excited because MCDS, promise-breakers nasty they may be, are also extremely generous with paper hats, balloons, toys and neglected Wall-E. The parents are thrilled and Chartier than normal because they have managed to avert all requests for the PS3 later, or cocker spaniel puppies for their babies because they are too high on junk food to care. The grandparents are happy because they have been given the rare treat of not having to look after their grandchildren.Even the severely overcrowded subway, which usually plays host to the ball of dust poetic kind of response he received on weekdays, four or five people hovering around her. Outside, the handsome young man seems to have decided to add a baguette in his grocery list. Behind him, indifferent to all this fuss Like Carnival, couples are seated warm and close in the excuses, sorry for the shadows of the future artificial, colorful archways. Priya sighs. She wondered if she should get up and buy something Chinese instead disgusting if she could at least focus on the dirt on his half-washed plate.But it feels a total lack of interest and decided to focus on something else. She noted, quite successfully, that the flat TV screens placed strategically fifteen repeatedly in the food court, are actually muted. In fact, Priya noticed that there is even a tape somewhere in the corner, producing a sickening sweet love songs from the late 90s. "Somehow you got me to believe in everything that I could be," Croon Priya hear the singer, a voice she vaguely remembers hearing but can not be for his life.As mysterious singer breaks with a lively chorus, Priya looks up to see the stranger's apartment was finally finished her shopping at the bakery. She wants it to hurry up and come inside and catch her eye and ask her what she read and continue to analyze the futility of overanalyzing boys black and respectful Redskins in his book and ask him what apartment number, she was in and he could sometimes she intercom to Subway and buy what was his name? Oh, Priya? Priya what? Priya Raghu? Well what do you do, Priya Raghu?His joy at this meeting can imagine where his soul mate future would use her full name instead of his commune two syllables is interrupted by a young man, staring, his expression that of a man trying to remember something of a insignificant, simply because he has nothing else to focus on the moment. His brow is freed from all the wrinkles as he recognizes as the crazy woman who walked into the apartment at 11 at night.However, this seems to quench his thirst of the soul of all mental activity and forced it out of the bakery into the open arms of a young girl smiling beside the sumptuousness. As he plants a kiss on the head of the girl ever so tenderly, Priya dispels any hope of the girl being any form of relationship by blood and rises strongly to buy cabbage and corn soup instead Chinese disgusting. Fortunately, she overhears the head of the Chinese place is having a difficult day because his boss is planning to assign to a new branch that would mean a half-hour of additional travel time.Priya finds his composure and quickly returned to his table with his soup in a bowl that seems to be lined with something green and moldy. She finds her friend was waiting with joy, sitting in hot and dense, holding hands and as they notice the look on his face, they ask: "What is it, Priya?" It begins to cry softly.