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A girl with the world's most perfect pair of legs waits at the bus stop in hot rain, thinking only about shoe sales and the day when a rich dude twice her age plucks her from the crowd of sad singles. A too-tan sleaze-bag in a black sedan drives slo-o-o-owly past and tosses a quart of fat-free cottage cheese to her in slow motion. She catches it with her amazing, sexual knees. She
smiles an insincere "thanks" and yawns, turning her inner eye toward
the smell of new carpeting in the first house she ever lived in. The
light of the sun fades to an almost-black brown.
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