There is a girl on the streetcar that thinks she is all that. And really, who knows. Maybe she is. Bright red stiletto heels, Jackie O-ish sunglasses, skinny jeans and a brown leather jacket that looks like it costs more than my life. She is on her cell phone, and looks disgusted that she has to wait for the street car like the rest of us.
Her fly is down.
I don't think I'll tell her.
Delightful.
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