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character study

Hannah and the Ill-fitting Wig

Hannah has dirty
I tell you through

the open window. She is
a dirty blonde.

shake your head at me,
pushing your shopping

cart as your yellow
lab trudges ahead,

his heavy belly
bobbing from side

to side. You start
to sing about the flag

again, adjusting your
flowered hat, leaving

paper petals with
every unsteady step.