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🎧 to this short 📖 based on everyday, mundane life during covid.
My neighbor pulled into his spot and quickly opened his passenger door...thud.
Out tumbled a box of kleenex and a translucent package, marked by a gregarious bear. The plastic skin hug tight to individual rolls of paper.
He threw a furtive, apologetic glance in my direction.
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People hurried past, mocking smirks hidden in cotton T-shirts, noses buried in surgical masks, and hands skinned in latex.
It was common courtesy to greet the strange old lady that circuits the neighborhood with a grin, slight nod, and a flick of the wrist, but as she tread the pavement, she unflinchingly crossed to the other side, where no concrete had yet been poured, and force her gaze forward.
By Jeandona Doreste🎧 to this short 📖 based on everyday, mundane life during covid.
My neighbor pulled into his spot and quickly opened his passenger door...thud.
Out tumbled a box of kleenex and a translucent package, marked by a gregarious bear. The plastic skin hug tight to individual rolls of paper.
He threw a furtive, apologetic glance in my direction.
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People hurried past, mocking smirks hidden in cotton T-shirts, noses buried in surgical masks, and hands skinned in latex.
It was common courtesy to greet the strange old lady that circuits the neighborhood with a grin, slight nod, and a flick of the wrist, but as she tread the pavement, she unflinchingly crossed to the other side, where no concrete had yet been poured, and force her gaze forward.