And my request to give a tourist (who left his driver's license at home) a lift. On the one hand, he offered cash. On the other hand, it's true, he's from overseas and has no ID. I know; I know: the glass is half full; the glass is half empty. But still; no reply.
But maybe I stumbled into a zone where Facebook just didn't operate properly. Maybe no one got my messages at all. Maybe no one knows what I'm talking about.
Just like the ending of "The Social Network": I stare at the blue-themed screen, and click away with the mouse, and it doesn't tell me a damned thing.
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