she said to me. Eyes flat and wide as pancakes as she inscribed it on the collar of my coat. The winter wind bound us tightly, her pen poised above the cheap leatherette that had begun to crack under the words I hoped to hide. Adjusting my scarf, she bit her lip and squinted, focusing on her next soliloquy that, when it came, she pushed between my teeth; cheap lipstick smeared on my gums; her hands in my pockets, my coat on her back.
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