Who are you?
She wears clunky boots with rainbow socks. She pairs hundred dollar lipstick bought at glossy designer perfume counters, where the salesgirl eyes everyone in disdain, with a top she found in the bargain rack at the hypermarket, where the women wear spandex pants that proudly show off their panty lines, scuffling and shoving for twenty dollar jeans. She hides her John Mayer under a layer of Fiona Apple under a layer of New Radicals under a layer of unsigned indie bands that only a handful of people have heard of.
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IM box 1:
LuVsPiNkGrrL: hiii!!!!
Her: Heyyy :)
LuVsPiNkGrrL: guess what? i bought a dress on sale today. only $30! it's pink with like a bias cut. i love it so much! it kind of looks like ur top, you know the one with the sparkley things u wore the last time we went for lunch?
Her: Oh yay! heh, yeah, those are gorgeous! I love bias cut. Lucky you!
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IM box 2:
ExistenceIsTrite: hey
Her: hello.
ExistenceIsTrite: there's a thing going on at that place tonight. want to go and make fun of people?
Her: Oh, and I bet there will be illegal substances involved. How very rebellious of us.
ExistenceIsTrite: shut the hell up.
Her: you shut the hell up. bitch.
ExistenceIsTrite: so, wanna go?
Her: yeah sure. pick me up at around 9 yeah?
ExistenceIsTrite: okay. see ya.
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She squints in the mirror and adjusts her pink sparkly top, the one that she wore the last time they went for lunch. It actually compliments the maroon streaks in her hair quite nicely. Trying to keep still, she applies a line of black eyeliner. Tonight, she is the sesquipedalian pseudo-intellectual. Putting on her boots, she shakes her head at her reflection in the mirror. It is nine fifteen. The doorbell rings.
"Who are you? Just who the fuck are you?"
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IM box 1:
LuVsPiNkGrrL: hiii!!!!
Her: Heyyy :)
LuVsPiNkGrrL: guess what? i bought a dress on sale today. only $30! it's pink with like a bias cut. i love it so much! it kind of looks like ur top, you know the one with the sparkley things u wore the last time we went for lunch?
Her: Oh yay! heh, yeah, those are gorgeous! I love bias cut. Lucky you!
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IM box 2:
ExistenceIsTrite: hey
Her: hello.
ExistenceIsTrite: there's a thing going on at that place tonight. want to go and make fun of people?
Her: Oh, and I bet there will be illegal substances involved. How very rebellious of us.
ExistenceIsTrite: shut the hell up.
Her: you shut the hell up. bitch.
ExistenceIsTrite: so, wanna go?
Her: yeah sure. pick me up at around 9 yeah?
ExistenceIsTrite: okay. see ya.
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She squints in the mirror and adjusts her pink sparkly top, the one that she wore the last time they went for lunch. It actually compliments the maroon streaks in her hair quite nicely. Trying to keep still, she applies a line of black eyeliner. Tonight, she is the sesquipedalian pseudo-intellectual. Putting on her boots, she shakes her head at her reflection in the mirror. It is nine fifteen. The doorbell rings.
"Who are you? Just who the fuck are you?"
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