Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Birds of a Feather

"Holy shit!" the woman who's been walking behind me since I left the house says to the woman who just crossed the street.

"Holy shit," the other woman agrees. "I was waiting for you to see me, since I've been stalking you from across the street for blocks."

They chat for a while, keeping pace with me as we walk down Seventh, and I don't turn around to observe them, but still: gun to my head I couldn't have told you which one was speaking at any given moment, so alike did they sound.

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