Streaked waterglasses. Gauloises. Cashier assistance at register 9, reality escapes me.
"How do you feel about the progression of your life?"
Empty.
"How do you wake up?"
Beside myself.
"With what?"
Nevermind.
"You, you're just another disdainful, chainsmoking blonde."
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