Nothing Means Nothing, #6

Charlie used to listen compassionately to angry people. He would stand and hear them all the way out, in their screaming and their anger and their diatribes.
Charlie would let them finish.
Then he’d take a breath and
Beat
Beat
Then
In the exact same intensity and absurdity and decibel level with which the man before him had just shrieked, Charlie would say,
WHAT ELSE?!

Mirror.

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