Red plastic lollipops don't obscure a second chin. It's an illusion, a trick of the light, helped along by the stupidity of your testosterone. You were focusing on her lips so much, you missed the entire rest of her. Pretention spread heavy-handed and thick across her sloppy mouth. Far-fetched claims of being a different person than she was two months ago. But even as a total stranger, I know with utter certainty that they are all exactly the same. To no one's surprise, being internet famous either means everything, or absolutely nothing.
9:30 a.m. - 2019-10-09
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