she asked for a dollar. i don't have any cash.
come on, she persisted and started telling me of her kids (real or imagined), her broken down car, her Christianity (ah, there's the God-card i was waiting for, thanks for playing).
refusing her again, she followed me, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear and spreading apart the top buttons of her blouse.
i've never been so happy to see a taxi in my whole life. sorry, darlin'. you're one of the least compelling people i've ever met.
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