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  • Her name is Susan.

    She walked out onto the street and stood by me at the corner when I was looking for somebody to photograph.

    She had these really great boots and a big red duffel.

    She's from Orange County but she got suspicious when I asked follow up questions. So I just tried to relate, talked about my aunt there in Garden Grove, my parents being from California.

    She asked about my wife and I told her I had to stop at the grocery store afterward because my sweet wife had asked me to pick up an avocado.

    She didn't smile, not even once.

    She refused when I asked if I could buy her a cold drink at that food stand in the background.

    She had been waving at a few passing cars before I started talking to her.

    I accidentally asked her twice where she was from.

    She didn't tell me; she just told me that she'd already told me.
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