Just A Hiccup

Dear city girl,

I freeze in the buzzing streets as you push past me. I fumble over my words as I try to speak your tongue. I tug at my modest clothes as I see you dressed to the nines. I look at the plain Jane staring at me from the mirror as I see you making up your flawless face. I stumble on the stairs as I watch you strut in high heels.

I am not a city girl. I am a rural lass finding her way around the busy streets of city.

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A hiccup in your city

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