Not my first crosswalk

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I looked all four ways at the intersection, because I knew the darkness would make me hard to see. You cut around the woman in front of you, stopping centimetres from me. I raised my arms. You yelled, asking if it was my first crosswalk. It wasn't—but apparently it was yours?
—Not sorry I gave you the finger

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