No. Seven
09.04.02
5:21 p.m.
No. Seven
Quiet walks down the street
(sometimes they can be loud)
unaware of the world at large
tentative touch on her shoulder
a hand grabbing a
stiff starched white
collar
just enough to pull her back
in.
biting her lips, eyes lit up
a childish smile
a wonderful surprise.
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