Friday 6 January 2012: 'A' at the bus stop. 7.30am.
She looked fresh and smiley and lovely.
I looked like Stig of the dump.
Toothpaste on my top, damp knickers (central heating broke).
And crazy hair.
She actually blanched, as I walked towards her.
Fuck.
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