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A Ballad of Unfortunate Comparisons

I shouldn’t care if she has flair, or if her hair is curled. I wouldn’t trade my dull and faded looks for all the world. When I walk by, the boys don’t sigh and lean back in their chairs. I shouldn’t care. Her hips sway like a pendulum when she walks down the street, They… Continue reading A Ballad of Unfortunate Comparisons

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