The first time she flagged down his taxi, his mind didn't register much about her. A series of words came across mind, storing the information so that he'd understand how to deal with her; timeworn was the foremost in his mind. He tried to be as pleasant as possible, making insignificant small talk about the weather, politics, how the country was going to the dogs; the kind of conversation he had picked up from taxi drivers himself before he had been forced to become one. She merely nodded, made a sound of agreement or disagreement every now and then...Full story
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