Today I saw a little old lady in a lovely pink outfit, sit down on a street bench. She seemed very frail but her hair was nicely done and she looked ready for church to begin as she sat down there.
And pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag on it, smiling.
I adjusted my stereotypes accordingly.
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