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it here,” the woman with shiny nails said to the man on the tram, who had just gotten on and couldn’t decide between two empty seats. “Sit here,” she said in English on an early winter Helsinki afternoon on the 10. She moved her bag from the seat to the floor. He did sit down next to her. But then he started reading the Sanomat and wasn’t interested in her shiny red nails and her shiny red lips, and her lashy looks just hit the outside of his newspaper. Maybe she wrote, later that night, “Well at least I tried.”
by Frauke Uhlenbruch
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