He had this little verse, just for situations like this. He whispered it in the mirror with pouted lips and heavy lidded bedroom eyes. In an instant he switched his personality.
She put on her pink sweater over the purple tank-top with built-in boobs and off she went downtown, to rave the night away in the exclusive dance club. She would lose herself in the beat of the pounding techno music. No apology!
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This is such a good story with the prompt words 😊
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