The Fictional World of Lindsey Gemme...
Peering past the heavy muddled crowd, she watched for no one in particular. Crossing her long leather booted thigh, Dolphana sat up straighter in the bench seat.
Modern dressed youths and rich bored middle aged men and women passed, noticing her and not noticing her - craving her yet detesting her. But to her it felt all the same. She curled her plastic coat around her shoulders and raised herself to her feet. She bravely strode with the colorful hurry of the sidewalk. Her lighted see-through platform sandals clomped past them all, inviting their eyes to her confident romp with society.
9:55:01 PM 
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