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There is just something about her
that doesn’t seem right.
No make-up, and disheveled
She shows up every Tuesday
at the laundromat
with two loads of clothes
whites and darks, becoming shades of gray.
She would sit close to her washer
each week reading a new paperback romance novel.
She never talked to anyone.
I always wanted to walk up to her and say “Hi”
but she never seemed to look up from her book
and I just couldn’t seem to make the start.
Don’t know why, but I was fascinated by her.
What was her deal?
What did she do?
Was there a story there somewhere?
