It’s walking down the Santa Monica pier after the sun. And thousands of faces are floating by, and your eyes are just flying. And the girls are all there, all around you, and you look at them all, right in their eyes.
And a half-second sticks, and man, you know she’s 15, maybe, and she’s staring right back at you. All liner and blush. All flesh.
So you whip away and walk on through a little shiver,
back towards the lights.
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