We’ve talked about this, before.
How do I know which people are real and which people are fake?
The fake ones are the ones that look at me.
The fake ones are the ones that listen.
The fake ones are the ones that know my name.
That’s how I know.
I don’t want your help.
(Also, she said “Merry Christmas” to everyone walking past, too loud, too dirty, with no joy in her voice.)