From a distance she was beautiful. Long blond hair. Leather jacket, pants and boots. The biker's dream.
Then the picture went wrong. She pulled one of those rolling cases like the bimbo saleswomen pull so clumsily through doorways. A biker sales bimbo?
She stopped and stooped to pick up a styrofoam box off the sidewalk. She opened it, pulled something out and shoved it in her mouth. She dropped the box and walked on. She passed right by me. Methed-out eyes focusing on nothing. Deep scars pitted her face. She staggered away.
From a distance she had a great ass.
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