Why Chipped Red Nails?
Picture it: Green Park tube station. Exit 2. She walks down the street with her bag dancing from her left elbow, her heels clicketing on the morning rain glazed sidewalk. Wondering if she is late, or out of pure habit she raises her frail wrist to look at the time. Captivated by something much more existential than time she notices the chips in her red nail polish.
What was she up to last night?
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