She was an older lady, pepper and salt hair, a serious look in her eye that translated into a blunt "the sky is blue so why are we debating it?" headtoss when I presented with excuses. She was the breath of fresh air I desperately needed.
Why can't you just...she asked me. Your situation is bad but...that but gave me hope. "I want to get out and I want to be gone for good. I want boundaries this time." I did. I admit my mistakes, I let them shove me into this, but no more.
When we were done she looked at me and said You look like you'd do well in fashion. Funny that's what they've all said, and I'm sure if I a lot more dedicated I'd make it in fashion. I've been told so at least. Plus regressed memories are great for inspiration (or so I'm hoping)
Sometimes nervous and excited read the same. Wow, that's what I blogged about last night, they really do under the vapor rumours.
What's Shpongle? You're in for a trip lady...
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