Text 29 – it’s only nature

In 2022, a good friend and I sent three-lined stories back and forth to one another. We called them “Texts”. They are resurfacing for me now. Here is Text 29.

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dirty city slip and slide

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anywhere but here . . .

A few guys whistled at me when I got off the bus and I wondered if I looked like a prostitute, too.

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