lrrrf

“lrrrrf,” she heard in a french accent, the world living behind her, life moving fast in either direction in front of her.  Really nobody here was French, and really she didn’t care about elections.

She enjoyed imagining that the nearby strangers were French travelers while a stay in England.  She imagined a weekend getaway to Liverpool, in her imaginary Rock band.

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