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Night on the town.

Skirt.
Above a**-cheek line.
Magnificent.
Top.
Showing playboy bunny bellybutton bar.
Perfect.
Shoes.
6 inches, about to fall flat on my face with a sudden change in wind direction.
Fantastic.
Make-up.
Natural shade of orange with eyes to rivel a panda.
Excellent.
Okay, I'm ready.
Get on the bus and note that I am, by far, the best looking on it.
Get to town and see Him.
There he is.
Oh My Fricking God.
I totaly love him.
We were made for eachother.
He's gorgeous and I'm gorgeous equals a match made in heaven.
He places his Godly arm around....
My best friends shoulder.
Oh My Fricking God.
I hate him.
I hate her.
Are they not aware that God had made him for me?
Then He walks along.
Oh My Friking God.
I love him.
Forget whats his face.
He and my ex-best friend can live happily never after.
Back to my new man.
So I get to work.
Futter the eyelashes.
Giggle hysterically.
Shake my hips.
Shove out my chest.
He smiles.
He's mine.



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IamtheStargirlThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sept. 2, 2010 at 7:23 pm:

This shows some really good insight.

Keep writing!

 
Fiction_Fairy replied...
Sept. 11, 2010 at 8:24 pm :
Thanks. (:
 
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