buying apples from me at the civic center farmer's market, a latina girl of about seventeen or eighteen in a black & white plaid flannel (the kind which are coming back) wore eye shadow which she had carefully matched and graduated to the grayscale of her shirt, and which looked about as smooth and masterful as if da vinci in a bathrobe and curlers had himself applied the pigment to her bare face that morning before school.
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