I was waiting for the subway after work the other day when I noticed a nervous looking woman glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She had bleached blonde hair cut short and scruffy like a boy's. She was in tight black jeans and black eyeliner, meandering up and down the platform chewing on her lower lip. When she would come closest to me we'd look at each other for a second, then she would turn around. Then she'd come back and we'd catch each other staring again. I was about to talk to her when I looked closer and realized she was much younger than I had thought, probably nineteen at the oldest.
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