The woman gives me one glance over. A long glance over. She starts at my feet, trails her way up my scrawny legs and torso. She notices my muscular arms, unavailable breats (they're coming someday, I just know it) and my dry, long black hair. Through her diamond tipped glasses and muave lipstick, i see a mischivious grin, that glitters off her
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