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Memoirs of a myopic voyeur on a public-transported Monday morning: behold a bevy of cleanlimbed young women upfully dressed for careerbent success in their designated-as-designer outfits with obligatory tennies worn over anklesocks (heels in accoutremental shopping bags) and a quarterhour's cosmetic application still fresh-as-paint on eyelid and cheekbone— nestled semicomfortably in seatcorners pillowed on arm or purse or rattly windowpane Cinderelli catching Z's while their rained-upon bus of a pumpkin shuttles workwards
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Amidst this dormant tableau vivant sits one particularly literal Land-of-Nodder with head bobbing for invisible apples and chin reiteratively pointing down to the corresponding upthrustedness of her crisply businesslike jabot blouse (sorry: male eyes do seek out such sights) but on her face along with the makeup à la mode is an imploring implosive expression suitable perhaps for one whose dreams of executive corporeality may in time amount to no more than wham! bam! just the fax ma'am! get out in that office and rattle those pads and pens!
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And as if that were insufficient indignitywise she can't even catnap in this fishbowl without being given the shortsighted once-over twenty-thousand-leagues mistreatment by Little Captain Nemo Under Slumberland even as the jolting bus-stop sends her asprawl (there's many a slip 'twixt the skirt and the hip) thus wakened by no charming prince's kiss Fleeting Beauty hastily renews the stick on her lips— recovering some sense of immaculate perception as she busses her own compactmirrored reflection before the prettily-designed tableau parts company and its gone-to pieces go their separate ways.
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