I don't know if it's because of my black ballet flats, or the frilly green skirt I'm sporting. But, something about today reminds me of 1956. On my way to work, in my neighborhood I saw a little fat teenager picking weeds out of his front yard. This kid had glasses, tight khaki shorts and a faded grey t-shirt with some sort of ocean dwelling mamal
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