She never misses the chance to glance into someone else’s purse, hoping to catch a glimpse of their lives.
Sometimes when they’re not looking, she lets her gaze linger on.
He searches for horoscopes at the beginning of each month, trying to to find the one that fits right. He soaks it in and gets ready.
We all live in our yellow submarines.
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