2.2.10

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And this bleach blonde tramp who happens to be a brunette is chain smoking like the pro she is, blowing smoke rings while I watch the rain pounding the slanted glass roof above our perfectly coiffed hair, everything vaguely translucent, sliding down the surface of things.
“Be my valentine?”
“Oh honey. We haven’t a fucking heart between us”
“I know”
“I’d like to kiss you, but I just washed my hair”
“It’s cool”

3 comments:

MollyAdelaide said...

i friggin love this...

Mademoiselle Flattery said...

so you haha!

and that was our cynical post of the day :D

<3

Anonymous said...

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