Bus.
My Blonde Friend. And
Along enters an Old Lady. Childish dressing, psycho look. Odd hat, wrong stockings.
SHE addresses to me in a sweet, anxious voice. “Could I come over to your house?
MYSELF - scared/confused- “mmm, no I have issues to attend”
Old Crazy Lady sad. Frowns.
She was already dead when she came in.
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