It was in her eyes, and it was unmistakable. As much as I tried to turn away, I could not. They drew me in, and it scared me. Because at that moment, I knew. I kept looking over at the others, wondering if they had noticed, hoping, so that they could put a stop to it. They hadn't. There was no stopping it. Not then. Not now.
But I had to try.
"Sorry," I said, "you're too late."
"Or too soon," she replied.
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There once was an old fart named Jeffries, Who said, "We will not sell to hefties," So folks bought his old clothes, To hand them out on skid rows, Thus ex...
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4 comments:
I like this
Would she recognize herself here? Would she concur with you? Intrigued.
Leave them wanting more....
Did it matter ultimately whether she was too late or too early?
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