a girl

she stands alone swaying in her indecision. worrying at her bottom lip with her small white teeth. her hand reaches tentatively for the comfort of her hair. slowly she winds her finger in the tendril escaped from her pony tail. the toe of her converse-clad foot traces circles on the floor. she looks out from half closed eyes to the world around her. a sigh soft and barely audible escapes her. she waits…

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