Jun 15, 2015
“Rest assured I’ve had worse.” She began fumbling around for her cane, that had been knocked from her grasp.
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“You sure you don’t want someone to check you out, Miss?” he asked. He stood up and saw that she was searching for something, but she wasn’t looking for it. She’s blind, dumbass. And you just asked her how many fingers she saw. “It’s over here,” he told her, figuring she was looking for her cane. He brought it to her and handed it over. “Need help?”