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I saw a man walking his dog this morning
Grey old dog
Man was skinny… Not old
But probably in his forties
He had a thin scraggly mustache…
The kind I think of as "bad teenage mustache"
I thought
–a full-grown man who wears a bad teenage mustache is sad…–
I wouldn’t think anything of it if it were a full beard…
But a mustache… It’s a specific look and requires a certain…
But all of his clothes were ill-fitting as well
I could tell he just didn’t think about such things
Maximizing how one can look good…
I am often the same way…
So
On the train
I see this woman
And she strikes me as a public school girl… The way her knees are,
her shoes! And that haircut..
I couldn’t tell, but I imagined she was reading the bible… Or
perhaps a Beatrice Potter book..
Kids, little children everywhere
Country hungry for ( and sick of )
Daddies
Me?
I’ve been a bad girl…
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