I want my newspaper back

You: dark haired, beardy hipster. Me: heavy-set woman, sitting at a window table with my two (female) friends. You loomed over our table ominously, saying nothing until one of my friends finally acknowledged you. "Can I borrow that for a minute?" you asked, gesturing vaguely at my (free) newspaper. "Sure, go for it." By the time I left the cafe an hour later, you were gone - And so was my newspaper. What did you want with my newspaper? Why couldn't you get your own? If you never give something back, is it really borrowing? I want my newspaper back. And I want answers.

When: Wednesday, July, 29 2015

Where: Kafka's on Main

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