A little girl gave me the creeps yesterday.

I was on my way back home, waiting on the Scheidplatz platform to Oly. When I got on, this young girl of, I dunno, nine or ten, got on too. A dark brunette, with rosy cheeks but without the plumpness of a child her age, and all dark denim (jacket and flayed jeans). When she stared at me, I swear she was looking right through me.

She moved like an adult, or rather, like an adult without the awkward self-consciousness that comes with being an adult, but instead with the confidence of a child. The way she kept tossing her shoulder-length hair… it wasn’t so much ego as elegance. (Premature, but elegance all the same.) Not so much smug as stern. She’ll make some poor kids one hell of a governess one day. Scary.

It was like meeting Wednesday, but on a Thursday.

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