The flash catches the oily sheen of a teenage girl’s lip gloss as she leans against a station pump, her thumbs dancing over a translucent pager. She’s clutching a brand new Cloe doll, the Bratz's stiff nylon hair and faux-leather platform boots catching the harsh neon glow of the overheads.
I glance at the digital readout—$1.51 for a gallon of unleaded—and let out a hollow laugh at the sheer robbery of it all. It’s almost funny enough to make me rofl, but I’m too busy adjusting the focus on my Leica to capture the way her velour tracksuit ripples like crushed velvet against the twilight.
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