The Wall

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“White people are weird…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” The woman was wearing a faded brown smock covered with large yellow flowers, a light green t-shirt underneath. A dark green skirt peeked out from underneath the smock hem. Sneakers and short black socks below. Her steps were short and quick. “They have no fashion sense,” she said. A large artificial leather handbag dangled from her shoulder.

“That’s old news.” The man glanced down at the woman and swallowed a grin. He was two heads taller than her and was wearing a charcoal-colored suit. “They’ve never had a clue about that. They’re still farmers, at least in their heads. Just look at them.” His long legs made it seem like he was taking a leisurely stroll.

“Farmers, yes, that’s what they look like,” the woman said. With two hurried strides, she reduced the distance she was lagging behind.

“Boy, it’s hot!” The man in the suit tugged a handkerchief out of his pants, and dabbed his forehead and cheeks. He wiped the back of his hands as well, before sticking the cloth back in his pocket. “What made you think about that?” He cocked the collar of his light blue shirt and straightened his black tie, an oversized briefcase gripped in his other hand.

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