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lauraredcloud at 10:49am on 26/08/2011
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My internal monologue, at least when directed at strangers, is nothing like what comes out of my mouth, and more like a hard-boiled detective as imagined by a 7-year-old girl. Of a girl indecisively weaving in and out of the line to the staircase out of the subway: "What's your game, sister?" Of a boy with elaborate headphones: "Nice ear-glasses, chump."
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