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TGG was walking home from work one night, thinking about the people she'd seen during the day. Her world was filled with people yet empty.
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| bitchy goth chick, guy in biking Lycra, tweener girls with "Cherry' written across their butts | |
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Men and women, boys and girls. Tall and short, thin and fat. Plain and a sight to see. They all passed by her, and she remembered them all.
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She used to internalize being part of the scenery. Now she uses it to her advantage... those folks aren't aware of her or what she fantasizes of them.
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| bet I can jill off here without anyone noticing... unlike at the cemetary! | |
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