ladies' room encounter

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She arched her right eyebrow, lowered her kohl-lined lids, and raised her pointy chin a couple of inches. With seemingly tremendous effort she had extracted her hair-brush from her vanity kit and was proceeding to pass it through her already impeccably neat hair.

Her chin raised a couple of inches higher as she ran the brush through from the tip of her forehead, back through the lengths and down to her shoulder. And just as the brush was about to emerge at the end of it's journey, she squeezed her eyes shut and later exhaled a sigh of relief, exhausted by her tiring efforts.

She caught my eyes in the mirror of the ladies' room when she finally condescended to open them. I quickly averted my gaze afraid that she might catch the laughter over-brimming from my eyes.

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