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Nov. 15th, 2007 10:56 pmI was washing up when she came through the door behind me. She caught my eye in the mirror, then turned and flipped open the door again to leave.
"You're in the right washroom," I shout, as the 'woman' sign swings by her face.
She turns again, walks past me silent, awkward.
"You're in the right washroom," I shout, as the 'woman' sign swings by her face.
She turns again, walks past me silent, awkward.
