Seeing Val walk by while wiping down one of the high tops. Walking by, on the sunny sidewalk in the bitter cold, her eyes hidden behind big galactic sunglasses, her new haircut covered by a knit hat. Wearing a tan suede lambswool-lined coat, her bright yellow handbag slung across her body and bouncing gently by her hip. She saw me through the window, smiled and gave me a wave. I waved back, over the heads of some ladies clustered by the window. They probably thought I was waving at them, initially, and then decided I was off my nut.
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