A tinge of sour grape

It was obvious she was allowed to dress herself that day. Yellow minnie mouse leggings, pink and white snoopy sneakers, green socks, plaid skirt, pearl necklace, white fur shaw and a red and white bandanna at her head. She accidentally grabbed at my calf when the train jerked, careless that she didn't know me. Naturally, my hand immediately fell to protect her faulty foot-work. She didn't seem to mind, being easily distracted by a burly man sitting down. We both looked at him for a bit. He was nodding off as I felt a cramp shoot through my stomach and the girls mom tugged at her hand for the next exit.

I think it made me wonder why she wasn't mine.

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point of not return

"i have to get my shit together" thought the girl as her heel pressed into her paying customers shoulder. go back to school. get that degree i took this job for.
a swirl and dip into his lap, noticing that the dirty bloke kinda smelled nice.
"ah, he's still sober" she thought.
i really do need to get my shit together.