Monday, March 3, 2008

The T

Green shirt, white peacoat, and long black hair. She pulls a kid size box of thin mints out of her pocket and pops a few in her mouth. She is clearly reading the Metro that the woman next to her is holding.

Nude hose, white tennis shoes, and a short green skirt that can only be part of a uniform. She is asleep, fist on hand, elbow on metal. Her brow is furrowed.

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