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Downtown, one saturday, last century...
Three women : a mother with her daughters; on her left, a 12 years old, on her right, a 16 years old or so, wearing a tiny tiny white skirt.
Come two men in their mid-twenties. They pass by the women, chuckle, whistle, and carry on walking up the street.
The 16 years old shyly turns around, but they keep laughing and have stopped paying attention to her.
The mother, sad and quiet :
- Is that how you imagine finding happiness?
The 16 y.o., in a faint voice :
- Yes...
The 12 y.o. was trying to have a look at her sister. In her eyes sadness and a desire to understand her sister.
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