Growing up

She fidgeted and kept fingering the crimps in her baby pink top; every few seconds, she’d leap up and blow another kiss out the window. As the bus started pulling away from the kerb, she leant out and blew one last kiss; her two-year old had already turned away, fascinated by the mangy neighbourhood cat.

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