La­dy pe­on: So, I was go­ing home on the train the oth­er night, and this drunk guy sat next to me, and I was just sit­ting read­ing my book, and I could tell that he was look­ing at me, so I was­n’t look­ing at him. And then he starts talk­ing, and I re­al­ize he’s been read­ing over my shoul­der the en­tire time and now he’s read­ing out loud, and I was like, ‘Hey! I haven’t even got­ten to that part yet!’

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