March 20, 2008

At the bus stop, she scuffed her foot against the groove between the curb and the sidewalk. Her mother looked up at the sandpaper noise, thought to say something, then returned to her magazine.

Years later, the girl looked down at the outside edge of the shoe she was wearing, and could not, for the life of her, figure out why it was so worn. She had long stopped taking the bus, after all.

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