As I walked, I saw...

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the grumpiest looking woman alive! Well, probably she ain't the grumpiest looking one in the world, but she's definitely the grumpiest one that I've ever seen. And her look wasn't even a result of a heated argument or wanton tantrum throwing sessions. The wrinkled forehead, the pursed lips and the sour aura were plastered on her face while she strolled along London Court. And she actually kept that look while she chatted away with her friends.
She looked as if she was having a good time, but her face was an ironic contradiction.

Man-at times like these, I really wish that I got a digital camera within reach.