she was hip and classy. she wore an embroidered silk cap along with headphones and an ipod. she carried a fold-up scooter in a clear vinyl tote bag for that last stretch home.
she was trying to remember her lines from the script. it was supposed to be funny; a comedy and musical,
Grease. but it was no match for the drone and rhythm of the train and the warmth of a summer afternoon...
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