Doesn't stick, indeed. End of discussion?

“Standing on a red light on Market Street, a San Francisco homeless woman joined me and R. on a futile lover’s quarrel. We ignored her as you do in a city full of homeless people who unfortunately seem in their most part deranged. She listened attentively to the arguments on either side and, as the light turned green and we were about to set out, she said “I wish I had your problems”. End of discussion. And I suspect that just the memory of it will be a stopper to any idiotic quarrel to come.”

In Of Late a.k.a. O Mundo de Cláudia.

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