The eye not covered by hair was a beautiful crystal green, though the stare that emanated from it was uncomfortable. The girl was dressed in a knee-length black skirt and held a large black bag over her shoulder.
“I gotta go, Ma,” Derrin said, assuming the young lady wanted to use the payphone.
“Yeah, Ma. Yeah, Clinton’s gonna be a horrible president, sor…
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