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03/25/10(Thu)00:28:07 No.8054929>>8054918
So, K has
this odd characteristic. She is completely and totally happy. With
herself, with her life. She doesn't have a plan for it, she is just sort
of along for the ride and enjoys every little bit of it. Nothing
bothers her so it seems, and if something ever did bother her, she
writes it off rather quickly. She is always smiling or humming or
singing. And this is where it begins.
She sings all the fucking
time. About everything and anything. Songs from the 30's, the 40's, the
90's. Songs she has written about books or random items. Songs about the
Holocaust, songs about breakfast, songs about orange blossoms. She
sings to customers, she sings to herself, she sings to me and the other
employees. When she idly stocks shelves, when she is walking through the
bookstore door, when she is clocking out. She once told me that with
song, there is joy. Even if it is the saddest thing you could ever hear.
She doesn't even have a bad voice. In fact, it is soft and light. Not
like a voice you would hear on a radio. More like a voice meant to sing
little children to sleep or calm them down when they are upset. It's a
soothing and subtle and has a very nice tone to it. |
