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| a woman saddled with bags of her many lives, seemingly ravaged by the white-devil, waited for the bathroom. she smiled at me. i felt a strange affinity towards this woman. as she waited i wondered what it is she had to smile about and why i was not. watching her catch the streetcar i imagined it taking her to hopes of a better life. i smiled back. | ||
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