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The charity shop smells of yesterday's arguments and the mannequins legs' are slimmer than mine. She poses ethereal in the window, wears a skirt I outgrew 2 years ago, he would be on her if she could part her peachy lips. I look beyond, hidden, watch while he haggles over the price of his own shirts. I laugh, I skip and potter home, my thighs chafe, I don’t care.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 2:24 AM UTC
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The charity shop smells of yesterday's arguments and the mannequins legs' are slimmer than mine. She poses ethereal in the window, wears a skirt I outgrew 2 years ago, he would be on her if she could part her peachy lips. I look beyond, hidden, watch while he haggles over the price of his own shirts. I laugh, I skip and potter home, my thighs chafe, I don’t care.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 2:24 AM UTC
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