Pixie Dust, Friday
Jenny opened up the store on Friday and sat down behind the counter to smoke, drink, and work her way through the mountain of paperwork she'd let build up. Just your typical Friday, really.
After all this paperwork, she was going to have to burn something. She had her eye on a blindingly yellow top. With sequins. It had to cease to exist.
After all this paperwork, she was going to have to burn something. She had her eye on a blindingly yellow top. With sequins. It had to cease to exist.