Telephone Reality

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The man at the bus stop cussed loudly after the first raindrops spattered his face. A few adolescent girls with tawny skin complexions and golden colored sneakers giggled as if they had overdosed on magic mushrooms and rushed ahead with their arms stretched open. An elderly woman unfolded her umbrella with a visible worry etched on her face and raised it over her curly, gray head. She was probably worried sick that the water dripping from the sky contained a high percentage of acid that would harm in some way the precious peppers and tomatoes tucked comfortably in her cloth bag. A businesswoman with a briefcase was waving in an annoyed manner at the yellow taxis passing by her.

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