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【写作练习】People Watching

又名：当我每天来回四小时坐公交轻轨上下班又碰巧忘了带耳机时我在看谁
不定时更新，可能会中英夹杂

（可能会提取部分人设做成破案AU里的人物～）

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I see a tall African woman, her hair meticulously combed and tied with a colourful headband. Her eyes gazed straight ahead, her expression solemn.
When the train passed over a bridge, shadows of the metal railings and overhangs on the close side of the bridge grazed over her face - it was a rare sunny day.

I look back at the window across from me. The water is a pretty shade of blue (Lagoon something? Not aquamarine, not Königblau, but also something familiar). Suddenly I see a bright reflection of white out of the corner of my eye: she is wiping her eyes - dabbing them gently, to be exact. --Is she crying?
I stole another glance. She is adjusting her headband back into place, across her forehead.
I begin to imagine her life story, but couldn't escape stereotypes, or friends of African descent that I know of.
Then she yawned.


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There's a bus station across the street, with five middle school or high school students waiting. Out of some coincidence they are exactly the same height.


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On Tuesday I sat next to a very elegant (chic) old lady - I would like that short pixie hair cut when my hair turns completely white. She was reading Ernest Hemingway.
I remember enjoying reading For Whom the Bell Tolls in Spanish class, some 8 years ago, when the rest of the class was watching Finding Nemo for the 50th time...
She gazes out the winder every few pages, looking lost in thoughts.
When I left the bus I saw she had delicate blue eyes under a pair of light lilac reading glasses


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