@ LiveCatLove Ok...next paragrapf
I entered and went straight to my usual spot. A black metal bar stool, right in front of the silent television nailed to the wall behind the counter. I never understood why the manager hasn’t got rid of it. I mean, you can’t hear what’s happening and nobody even looks at it. Maybe that TV is like the quiet kid in class. You don’t pay attention to them, you’ve never heard their voices, you have no idea what’s in their minds, you don’t know if they have grand things to offer to the world, you may have forgotten their names for a beat. However, every time their gone, you feel like something’s missing, like that one last piece that makes the puzzle complete.
