Well, what can I say?
I don't know her name. I don't know her age. I don't even know if she is left handed or right handed.
She could be Stephanie, or Vivian. Christine, or Allie. She could be 18, or 19. 22, or even 16. Hell, she could even be ambidextrous.
Does she have brothers? Sisters?
She could be an only child.
She was relatively tall; depending on YOUR point of view. She was shorter than me. I'm very tall.
She was Asian for sure. Her cute small eyes says so.
She could be Chinese, Taiwanese, or even Korean. Philipino, or even Viet.
Again, I don't know.
Her hair was nice and straight. Or her hair could have been naturally curly and straightened it before she left the house.
Maybe it could have been professionally permed straight.
Who's to say she lives in a house? Maybe a townhouse, semi-detatched, condo, or apartment.
Maybe she came from a wealthy background and lives in a chateau.
Like anyone who likes to stay with trends, she was using a white Blackberry Bold, and was wearing a white bomber styled Canada Goose Parka.
Does she like the colour white? Or was those the last one in stock?
She didn't leave out the Uggs. She was rocking them like every other girl.
TNA pants never fail to catch my attention.
She had a cute and pretty face. Natural, and limited make up.
But then again, I was never really good at telling if a girl has make up on. It could have been a mask!
You could call her attractive. You could say she was ugly.
It depends on your taste, and what you look for.
In the social context, she would be considered normal, and mainstream.
Then again, in the social context everyone is considered normal and mainstream.
I don't know who she is. I don't know her name. I don't know her age.
Only 2 things are for sure:
She was a stranger.
And I made her up just now. ha ha
- My thoughts, made tangible
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