Saturday, July 01, 2006

95 of 210 : Wanda

She was homely, her hygeine was frightful, and she had a nasty attitude: a misfit among us misfits. One day I walked her home. The filth was indescribable, flies swarming everywhere; her father was absent, her mother a drunk. I pitied her acutely, but still didn’t want to befriend her.


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