GIANT ON A BUS (excerpt)

On my way home, I took the bus because I didn’t want to walk that far. On the bus, I saw a giant with a different patterned layer of clothing (diamond tights, floral skirt, rug-like sweater, striped purse and Scottish anorak). I couldn’t ignore it because she was huge and partially because the bus was making me nauseous and my view of her was not helping. She had very long fuzzy orange hair that was contrasting even more with all the different colored clothing she had on. Her sweater was shit-brown and white. Her anorak was greenish gray. Her tight were dark gray with orange outlined flowers and diamonds. Her purse was red and gray striped and her skirt was an ugly spectrum of floral patterns on black. Her look was puzzling and not helping my feeling of sickness to go away. Her face was also additionally bewildering. She seemed puzzled herself, and not just because of her appearance but her facial expression was absolutely confused. Her mouth half open, she was about to drool each instant. Listening to her friend, I couldn't comprehend how she could be so patient with her.

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