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History doesn't repeat Elizabeth's checkered past forced itself back onto her in the middle of the vegetable department of the local supermarket. She had just selected a few tomatoes to weigh on the scales, when she heard a voice behind her say: "Hi Liz! Wow, great to see you here!"History doesn't repeat by *cordefr
You bet, Elizabeth thought, while the red vegetables slipped out of her hands on the floor. She turned around, facing the black haired woman standing a few meters away. She was smallish, her clothes looked worn, and badly matched. The hairdo looked funnyly irregular too, as if she had tried to do it herself. The face had aged, but Elizabeth had no trouble recognizing the woman.
"Oh hi
| my critiques are cursed: deviations i write them about always seem to end up getting deleted by the artist or dA! |