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Hollow Yellow

three line tales, week 177: a woman on a Paris street

She is such a knockout, he thought.

He was surprised that only he had eyes for her, the rest of the world didn't spare her a glance.

Hadn't they seen it all before when she'd walked headlong into a speeding car, sending the driver behind bars and then to a mental asylum?

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