A couple of hours later while I was standing on the platform waiting for the subway, I saw a nicely dressed lady pull her pants down partway exposing the side of her hip. She was wearing a beige thong, I can tell you that much.
The lady was looking down at a prominent scar on the right side of her rear end. The scar was about an inch and a half long. It looked as though she had been cut by a blade (from surgery, perhaps?). She examined the scar carefully. Perhaps she had a date and was worried about how clearly the scar would show. I was standing fifteen feet away, and it was impossible to miss.
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