Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

I have ever committed, I heard him telling his friend to check
out the cute blonde in the pink sweater across the way in the
food court. Having a closer look, I realized that he wasn’t a
teenager at all—he just dressed like one. I gained the courage
to approach him, but as he turned around, I soon lost it. I was
surprised to learn that he recognized me from the parking lot,
and as he made a joke to his friend, I fought the urge to
literally hurl my coffee at him. Instead, I smiled and I thanked
him for taking that parking spot from me. As he looked at me
curiously, I explained that while I was on my way in, I
witnessed someone smack into his car crushing that lovely tea
tray attached to the top of his trunk; they didn’t even leave a
note! “The nerve of some people,” I told him. He was so upset,
he ran out of the store with unpaid merchandise still in his
clutch. The sight of him being tackled by security in the food
court, next to the girl in the pink sweater, was worth the hike.
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