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It's only eight, right?
Tonight in the basement of the Harvard Book Store where the part of the HVAC which replaced the original location of mysteries and crime makes enough industrial noise for me to wear earplugs while browsing, I gestured a choice of directions at a T-junction of shelves to a woman laden with bags in both hands who responded in an immediate tone of cheerful accusation, "You're half a man," and then before I could say anything and see which way she reacted, "Half and half. Cream. I'm just kidding," on which she turned around and left the way she came. Happy Saturday before Christmas?
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Basically!
I've recently watched and read The Girl with all The Gifts, watched Station Eleven, watched the first season of The Last of Us, and watched the (first and) second season of Halo.
That's a lot. (How was the film of The Girl with All the Gifts? I enjoyed both the short story and the novel.)
Maybe she's been infected with some mind-altering pathogen and you're lucky to have escaped both infection and mindless violence....
Or just the ability not to be completely weird at strangers.