Yesterday I was hanging out in Bushwick and went to get a drink from the bodega on the corner. As I walked back, I passed a skinny-ish Rastafarian guy who smiled at me.
Once I'd passed him I heard him say "Miss, you dropped something."
I turned around, looked at the ground, and when I didn't see anything, I looked at him.
He put both hands on the right side of his chest and said, "My heart."
This was actually nice, and made me smile...
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