She was toppling over, nearly. She was inches off the ground. There was leather wrapped around her legs, she wore underwear conceived by demons to make it work. Her neckline plunged, her breasts were falling out. There was a line along her chin dividing where her skin ended and the makeup began. Her hair was so straight, so whatever, it took so long to get it that way, just to lay there, to do nothing. She smelled how she wanted to smell, which way back when was what whoever told her. She tripped as she got her chili fries. She ate them off the ground, feet throbbing, buttocks showing. She looked so good though, didn't she?
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