Sunday, 9 October 2016


She had a look that either drew your eye or made you pretend you couldn’t see her. Her hair, pulled into a messy ponytail, was the only part of it that had any attempt at style. Her jeans were worn from use, not design, she wore no make up, nothing matched.

As I approached, she saw me and rolled her eyes and spoke in a mockingly rote way.

“I reject all standards of female ‘beauty’ because-“

“I just wanted to say you looked hot.”

She looked heartbroken.

“Well now what do I do? How can I win? Thanks a bunch!”

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