girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

A lanky designer, dressed all in fail-safe black, looking down at me, literally, from the top of the staircase with a sizing-up scowl: "Your hair is kind of cute. I don't usually like short, brown hair. But yours is ok".
Funny, I don't usually like tall bitches, but you're ok too.

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