i passed her on the street and you could just tell she had been beautiful. i spend alot of my time in life craning my neck at girls and following them with my eyes as they walk, they wear sunglasses and turn left at the light, unload their shopping carts of groceries. you could tell this woman had craned alot of necks in her younger years.
as I walked past her and gave her a sideways glance i could see it in her face: why wasn't I looking at her more? above bouncing breasts this woman had spent a major part of her life as something looked at and admired and now she was just some older woman walking on the street.
i was the strong, hungry animal and she was not of interest to me.
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