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The barista looks at you with tears in his eyes.
"Like...I don't know what happening." he chokes, "I was just, like, in the park and I, like, looked at my phone. This, like, alert or whatever came up and I didn't know what to do..."
The barista is crying now, attracting attention in the coffee-shop.
"I'm only thirteen!" he sobs, "And I'm not a boy! I don't even know what's going on!"