Not even your grey hair will protect you. While you doze off on the bus, the (benevolent) predator with the plastic mechanical pencil is eating your soul away...
This old lady, with beautiful hair, hipnotized me the whole trip. The sun shone on her lovely gray hair and wooden (or plastic?) barette and reflected the back of the bus and on it the whole city seemed to dance as we drove through it. Her hair held enough detail to interest me for weeks, but alas I had only a few minutes...
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