a youth checked the big clock plastered on the clean walls lined in the station.its natural ticking sound became more and more daunting the more mable stared at the contraption to tell time.she tore her eyes away from it.the cool wind of rushing train caused her skirt to fly and a shiver ran down her legs.she turned scarlet and flattened her dress,muttering apologies for her messiness to her prim and perfect towering friend,Chris.she pouted and smoothed her already neat looking hair.mable felt her body deflating,she bended more and more down the more she cowered.her face was usually a homely brown shade but now her face was so pale she looked as if she had albinism. her eyes suddenly felt damp and she knelt over to wipe it with the corners of her over coat.shewould have done anything to evaporate like melted ice.

and then a bin started to shake.

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