September 14, 2009 by Helen
We parked our car and headed down the street toward City Sip. Two young guys were walking our way.
“You girls are pretty.”
Annoyance and mild elation.
“But too old for me.”
Posted in On the Road Again, The inevitability of Blah | 1 Comment
oh. i just hear “pretty.”
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oh. i just hear “pretty.”