"Punk ass Raggedy Anns.”
Blonde, brunette, redheaded with freckles in uniforms and saddle shoes. “Nothin’ but double agents for the Devil.”
Saw clear through their perky razzmatazz. Coffee and a Jersey accent wouldn’t stand a chance in that southern cream schoolyard.
Unless the coffee stayed strong.
One snuck smile to me out one of those tight, whispering groups. I saw fake.
Or worse, curiosity. “And I aint about to be nobody’s zoo exhibit.”
Blondie went red when I didn’t smile back. Just stared at her.
Me.
Starting over.
One cold kidney bean in a bowl of steamed rice.
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