She's  wearing  heels  that  are  far  too  high,  and  a  dress  so  tight  that  it  almost  forces  her  boobs  to  flop  out.  She's  applied  so  much  fake  tan  I'm  surprised  she's  not  glowing.  Her  hair  is  so  unnaturally  blonde  that  I'm  afraid  to  run  my  hand  through  it.
Right  now  we're  standing  on  a  street  corner  and  she's  bashing  buttons  on  her  phone;  texting,  as  usual.  We're  waiting  on  one  of  her  friends.  He's  a  gay  guy  called  Peter  a...
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