the southeast corner of yonge-wellesley, a friday afternoon and some people are waiting for the lights to change, other people are loitering near the entrance of the corner bank. one of them a young female is standing on the sidewalk looking down to the east end of wellesley street as though she is watching for someone while she whispers in to a cell phone, about fifteen feet behind her another person is sitting on the ledge of the ramp into the bank, watching the north east sidewalk. on that side of the street there is another female talking in a cell phone and pacing east and west on the sidewalk of the condominium to the east of the ttc's wellesley subway station.
a young male comes out of the rogers cable store to the west of the subway where he paid a bill after questioning its cost. as he walks east he sees laying on the driveway of the condominium a dead raccoon, crushed open and flattened the night before under the wheels of a vehicle, he stops and takes out a camera, and crouches down to take some photos.
the strange female turned around to face the west and moved from the diveway of the condo on to the sidewalk where she could get a clear view of him walking towards her. watching him as he was walking out of the store, past the ttc and near the raccoon, as though she knew he had left the store and was coming her way. as he starts taking photos she listens to the person on other end of phone while looking at the guy taking photos then moves toward him, stops talking on her phone and shrieks "are you just going to take a picture why the fuck don't you call someone about it you idiot.", he looks at her and takes a few more pictures of the raccoon and gets up to leave. she screams out "he's not going to report it." to the people passing by.
he looks at her and says something, she throws her head back as though to suggest shes been hit in the jaw and begins screeching again, he gets up and continues walking east while putting a safe distance between her and himself while thinking it should of been her and not the raccoon.
as the guy with the camera walks away, the guy sitting on the ramp of the bank cant help but notice the screeching woman stops and looks across to the south east corner at the the girl whispering into the phone who speaks up into her phone loud enough to be heard fifteen feet away from her, "no that was good real good exactly what we wanted him to do.". and then she heads in the same direction as the guy who was taking the photos, while the woman on the north side of the street looks over at her and smiles while twisting her shoulders and hips as if she's doing a little dance while trying not to make it to obvious she and the other female were talking to each other.
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