TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Cryptic. As in the use of camouflage to encrypt the body so as to conceal it within a potentially hostile landscape. That was what headphones were for, back in the day. Today I use a distracted glare, fuchsia lipstick and a black coat that looks like any of the thousands of black coats in the city. Don't try to read me. Uh huh, just keep on walking by.