Rush hour, the doors slammed open.
In, disheveled, she swept.
'The poor soul', I thought, 'may God bless her'.
Then, capping a litany of woes:
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Alas, no. Unfortunately, she moved to the next car at the next stop. We had to be grateful for the little we learned. I think she had greater interest in what she might get out of us than of what we might get out of her. MM
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Alas, no. Unfortunately, she moved to the next car at the next stop. We had to be grateful for the little we learned. I think she had greater interest in what she might get out of us than of what we might get out of her. MM