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she dragged a clear bag,, a patchwork of her clothes, she held her hands behind, her back, checking traffic, to make sure all crossed safely, ours eyes met, and I assumed some things about her life choices, we smiled at one another, she recognized my thoughts, and I looked away, all cars paused. her blue coveralls, were extra large and extra tall, she had the cuffs tied and they scuffed along the asphalt like her clothing in the clear plastic bag, the blue over-sized jumpsuit was tied at the waist, cropped hair, gave her a girlish flair, but she did not care, twenty pairs of eyes all stared, waiting for to get out of the way it was laundry day, and she was going to pay to wash the stuff out of each piece she owned, oh that smile, said that I was right, and she was okay with it, as she was off for the night. ©ClemC072013
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
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she dragged a clear bag,, a patchwork of her clothes, she held her hands behind, her back, checking traffic, to make sure all crossed safely, ours eyes met, and I assumed some things about her life choices, we smiled at one another, she recognized my thoughts, and I looked away, all cars paused. her blue coveralls, were extra large and extra tall, she had the cuffs tied and they scuffed along the asphalt like her clothing in the clear plastic bag, the blue over-sized jumpsuit was tied at the waist, cropped hair, gave her a girlish flair, but she did not care, twenty pairs of eyes all stared, waiting for to get out of the way it was laundry day, and she was going to pay to wash the stuff out of each piece she owned, oh that smile, said that I was right, and she was okay with it, as she was off for the night. ©ClemC072013
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
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