She reads Eliot at the bus stop

You cannot be in love with every beautiful thing you see	Things I'll do now that he's gone	Been feeling red all week	Unlawful Stalking
Look at me, I am moving on	I will show you fear in a handful of dust	THE IRON NODER CHALLENGE 3: THIS TIME IT'S MARTENSITIC	How green is love
Ah, if you should turn out to be a fairy I don't think I'd put you in a jar	This is a recollection of something true.	T.S. Eliot	just because
STOBAR	I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea	And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside	Everything was screaming: the sea, the sky, my heart.
A soft wonder bites her lips	The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

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