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Femme Fatale

My name is Charlotte. Just Charlotte, the rest really isn’t all that important. Nobody really remembers the rest anyways…

It rains here, all the time it seems. All the overcast makes things look like they’re in hazy technicolor…like the pictures I pick up at the drugstore, when they’ve finished deveolping. I don’t know why, but I’d rather live in technicolor than what the rest of the world is swimming through.

I took a picture yesterday, when I was on my way to the George C. Gill Technical Business College, over on Harris Avenue. I was waiting for the bus, and there was a little dandelion peeking out from a crack in the sidewalk. I pulled my camera out and snapped it quickly before anyone could see. They don’t allow cameras at George C. Gill’s. I’ve been warned many times. I think they’re afraid that someone might find out what kind of typewriter’s they teach their students on or something terribly silly like that.

I really just like to take pictures of flowers anyway.

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