Yonge Line, smiling sweetly

Black woman, late 40s, wearing black dress pants and a silver ring on her wedding finger that mazes in on itself, squares upon squares. A pink "Happy Birthday, Baby Girl" bag rests between her blue and white sneakers.

Jazz, Toni Morrison (Vintage)

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Now he lies in bed remembering every detail of that October afternoon when he first met her, from start to finish, and over and over.

She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits...