*Work in progress (no idea how long, how short, or if it will just end like this. i have an idea, but an idea is just an idea, unless if becomes more than just an idea.)
“Two tickets please, to…”
A slender hand swept pass her right ear, pushed back some strands of chestnut hair, luscious in her palm.
The woman at the ticket booth asked:
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