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She walked in, feet stradled into black, strapless high heels; in a manner half saunter, half sway. Her blonde hair uncoiled around her shoulders, like golden-threaded rivulets: perfect and unmarred. 3
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I looked at my reflection in the dirty tequila glass: hair messed, nose pimpled, eyes drugged and bloodshot. I smiled a pathetic smile.5
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Fuck genetics, I thought as she swayed over to the middle of the dance floor, and men swarmed around her like bothersome flies. She laughed her perfect laugh, long legs stepping in time with the rhythm of the music. 7
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I reached my hand into my purse, fingered the metalic butt of the gun and all it took was a click and a bang - she was a bloody fucking mess on the floor. 9
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