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“God, but she’s angry-looking.” Jennifer resumed running her finger around the street map.
“How do you know it’s a she?” Ben asked, squinting at the head.
“Well, she’s got…feminine features, I think.” Jennifer eyed another monument and moved away.
“I suppose. Kinda looks like a boy to me.” Ben replied. He was bored now; Jen was walking so slowly through the town. He didn’t get architecture or history, and really just wanted to find a bar and have lunch. He hung his head, and followed with hands in pockets. One day, Ben thought, they would vacation where he wanted.