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You know something, sweetheart, I am not glaring at you because you are a lesbian couple fawning all over each other, and I am a stuck-up prude.
I am glaring at you because this is *supposed* to be a quiet room in this Starbucks for people to study -- which you allegedly came in to do, as can be seen by your schoolbooks -- and you keep insisting on having these conversations LOUDLY, right across the table from me, and I'm too chickenshit to actually ask you to leave. The fact that you are speaking Japanese isn't helping.
You want to talk? Go out to the other room.
I am glaring at you because this is *supposed* to be a quiet room in this Starbucks for people to study -- which you allegedly came in to do, as can be seen by your schoolbooks -- and you keep insisting on having these conversations LOUDLY, right across the table from me, and I'm too chickenshit to actually ask you to leave. The fact that you are speaking Japanese isn't helping.
You want to talk? Go out to the other room.