The building is in a frantic state of energy, and it seems as though the friction between the people that it’s holding prisoner is going to set the whole thing ablaze. People are shouting, mouths opening and closing in a last-ditch attempt to salvage themselves, but it’s hopeless. They’re already ruined, and they know it. Now, it’s just a matter of whether or not they get to keep the food in the refrigerators that will be repossessed. People are pushing and shoving their way inside and outside, and it’s all I can do to hold onto the new black hat that I bought last week.
It looks just like every other black hat that I own, except this one has a purple ribbon instead of a blue or green or red or velvet one. I only got it to match the purple dress that I wanted in a lame attempt to convince my husband that buying the dress made sense, since I already had a hat to match.
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