seen walking out of the cafeteria:
two late-20s/early-30s young women, sashaying in front of us. both wearing: a black top; a wool skirt that was thisfar above the knee; black leggings; and those fuck-me knee-high boots.
they were walking in unison, selling what they got. it was ... eerie.
"how'd they get to be friends?" T. asked.
harlots of the world, unite! you have nothing to lose but your individuality.
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