Tempered glass and sky scrapers
the plan to show of her newly acquired tan was foiled when a snow storm was forecast for the late afternoon halfway between an article about detoxification and the skinny bitch on the front cover she wondered about the moral compasses of cheating secretaries with fake boobs for a moment she contemplated shaving her armpits but then remembered the disaster of her last Brazilian bikini wax not so long ago the kettle whistled something about revenge being sweeter with a cup of chai tea in the morning for a moment she stared at her reflection in the tempered glass smiled knowing how important it was to have a good divorce lawyer
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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