So, today, yes. I went to work on the bus and came
the same vaguely beige and miserable bus. But on the way home, as i
in my self-pity, behind my black mascara and eyeliner, an old woman sat
to me. And i don't like old people. And she opened her jacket a
show me a small rat-like dog hidden in it, like we were conspirators.
mention i hate dogs as well? And then the smell of the old woman.
grandmother smells bad-believe it or not. They may try to cover it up
White Diamonds or sweet candy but they all smell strong and old. And
old lady smelled. And all i wanted to do was escape from my dark brown
and get away from this over-friendly old woman who shook her head and
lectured me at the sight of my cigarettes. And I wanted to rip her
ugly rat-dog from her gnarled hands and just set the damn thing free.
didn't and I left the bus and it was over.
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