One hot and humid Thursday evening. Leisurely walking in an upscale mall with a friend. A young boy, I would say eleven or twelve, walking toward our direction with hands glued to his tablet, eyes locked on its monitor, and legs clueless to which direction to take. He expected others to watch where he was going. I would have let him bumped into me to see his response. My friend was nicer than me.
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