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Fleur is leaning her forehead against the porcelain rim of the toilet bowl.
"Fourth time today. Fourth!"
She doesn't move. Because if she moves too fast after, it makes her head go a little fuzzy and she feels like she might pass out.
"Thought it waz supposed to be easier after first few weekz. Ew."
When she does finally manage to get up and take a look at herself in the mirror, she frowns. She isn't ugly. In fact, she has that healthy glow about her, her hair is sparkly, and she doesn't look that fat. Well. People keep saying that. She feels like a house. There these hip things and her breasts are huge and heavy and achy and stupid. She looks.
"Like an American girl! Ack!"
Fucking hips. Fucking tits.
"Fourth time today. Fourth!"
She doesn't move. Because if she moves too fast after, it makes her head go a little fuzzy and she feels like she might pass out.
"Thought it waz supposed to be easier after first few weekz. Ew."
When she does finally manage to get up and take a look at herself in the mirror, she frowns. She isn't ugly. In fact, she has that healthy glow about her, her hair is sparkly, and she doesn't look that fat. Well. People keep saying that. She feels like a house. There these hip things and her breasts are huge and heavy and achy and stupid. She looks.
"Like an American girl! Ack!"
Fucking hips. Fucking tits.