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She wanders in, nose buried in a paperback anthology that's seen better days, clad in a bright orange tank top and low-slung blue jeans so loose they may as well be a skirt. "If I don't drive around the park," she murmurs to herself, "I'm pretty sure to make my mark. If I'm in bed each night by ten, I may get back my looks again; if I abstain from fun and such, I'll probably amount to much..."
She sits down on the end of the sofa, kicking her sandals off and tossing her legs up onto the cushions. "But I shall stay the way I am," she chirps, looking up from Dorothy Parker's 'Enough Rope' anthology and smirking to nobody in particular, "because I do not give a damn."
This performance done, she returns her attentions to the pages.
[[ Sigh. Danielle Foreman, daughter of Drs. Foreman and Cameron. She's her mama made over with her daddy's snark and an inexplicable dose of hippie. Feel free to introduce y'selves or just come say hey if you'd already know her, though please explain to the writer who you are in any case, as she hasn't so much as poked G2 with a stick before now. ]]
She sits down on the end of the sofa, kicking her sandals off and tossing her legs up onto the cushions. "But I shall stay the way I am," she chirps, looking up from Dorothy Parker's 'Enough Rope' anthology and smirking to nobody in particular, "because I do not give a damn."
This performance done, she returns her attentions to the pages.
[[ Sigh. Danielle Foreman, daughter of Drs. Foreman and Cameron. She's her mama made over with her daddy's snark and an inexplicable dose of hippie. Feel free to introduce y'selves or just come say hey if you'd already know her, though please explain to the writer who you are in any case, as she hasn't so much as poked G2 with a stick before now. ]]