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Soft S&G filters through slits in the lavatory air duct. I catch tail end of some disturbing barista gossip: “…did you know he shaves his ass? Seriously, what a weirdo!” Echoed ventilated giggling. I’m thinking Poor hairy-assed mofo. Yet another coffee-shop indiscretion. Feeling dirty for eavesdropping, I wash my hands a second time, go on my way.