Cold, grey city with cold, grey faces, hands in pockets, eyes expressionless and pale. Queues of resigned people, standing years apart, each one thinking thoughts that the other can’t impart. Five foolish girls share a forbidden fag, glancing over their shoulders with stilettos in a bag. And in ten years time, when they have been …
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