I have Oompa Loompa legs beneath my black/white skirt I see them prodding away at the pavement reflected in windows and so on. It's a little mournful; in private imaginings my legs reach from the ground right up to wherever they need to be and they take me with them and I am protected and loved because my legs are fantastic but windows at night don't lie. I have Oompa Loompa legs, so when the man with a face like a snowball peers up my black/white skirt on the stairs I'm [sighingly] a little bit grateful for his condescension.
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