She was having both sides of a heated argument.
She muttered something.
She snapped at that.
She locked in on a sentence to repeat it over and over again.
She interrupted that thought.
She went from being two people to one person to more than a few by the time I was done putting money in the meter.
Her camp was set outside the USPS parking lot on Cherokee. You could barely call that a camp though. Some of them at least have a proper tent. Under…