All the way into town I pondered whether I should tell the woman standing in front of me that her cardigan was on inside-out. It was early, so I figured that she didn't have food on it and that she had worn it that way on purpose.
As we pulled into Flinders Street I almost said something. My mouth opened but nothing came out. I changed my mind. I don't know why.
I wondered all day if she was embarrassed when she got to work and someone she loathed pointed it out.
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