Calloused

It is a day when the yellow heat licks through rubber slippers and thin cotton shirts, a day when car windows are rolled down and car accidents happen on street corners where blue-uniformed policemen are stationed. To my left, a blond bombshell in a black lace bra smirks from a mammoth Guess billboard. High on the balcony of a dingy three-story apartment, three bare-chested boys watch the quiet march.
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Dec 9, 2007 under General | no comment