1pm, saturday, the farmer’s market.

“oh wow! what a quaint place! it has so much character and warmth.. look at all these charming hand made seaweed earrings!”

[oh god. i think this place is where we die. just keep eye contact, and back verrrrry slowly towards the door. keep nodding… keep smiling.. don’t let them know anything is wrong. DON’T BLINK. just… get. out.]