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	She didn't expect anything more from Mr. Watson. She took a moment to size him up before choosing her response. She pulled out a chair and sat across from the man. "That's such a great idea.... Do you know why people get frustrated at you? It's not that you're a conceded, self-righteous asshole. People nowadays tend to love guys like that. It's that you have a voice, and instead of using it for anything positive you continue to just spew your hatred."
	Her tone grew louder with every word. She was sure most of the shop could hear her quite clearly, but it wasn't going to stop her. "You have an opportunity to be heard. People die for that chance. The media twists, and turns things for their own benefits. I get that. I understand that the highest bidder pulls the strings, but you Mr. Watson are no better! You tell people what the facts say, but at the end of the day facts lie! They don't tell you what people feel. They reduce people to numbers, and our history to a formula that can be computated... The stories that you tell... they aren't about people. You forget all about the people.. and part of me thinks it's because you don't have any people in your life. You forgot what they're actually like. Have a nice lunch Mr. Watson..." 
	With that she rose from the table and went back to her corner. She grabbed her notebook, and furiously began writing about the reason why we, as humans, feel anything. It was the most motivated she had felt in a long time, and in that way she was thankful for the prick.