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[svesy]

She usually skitters along holding her arms overhead and leaping to avoid all expectant puddles, but today she finds herself removing her glasses and letting the rain soak her eyes. A stranger in a truck slows beside her and offers her a ride, "It ain't the kind of weather where one should be walkin' about in". She declined his offer and smiled

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[nemenik]

Then she hawks a loogy in his window. It clashes with his favorite flannel. No more his favorite. For she comes upon it laying in the ditch half a kilometer up the road. It smells like.....like tears.

[svesy]

Who does your make up?

[nemenik]

This guy.

[svesy]

Oh yeah, I knew that. I have his No Presents for Christmas album!