“Oh no, they are,” she said with a humorless laugh. “Just not me.” Maddy smacked a pack of cigarettes against her palm in a manner that was far too aggressive. The tobacco would be packed tight but the cigarettes would be misshapen like tiny, withered penises. Somewhere in her preparations for the evening, she had made a gross miscalculation. Leaving her driver’s license at home was el problemo numero uno. Not wearing lipstick and fake eyelashes, numero dos.
“Is it the overalls?” she asked. “It’s not like they’re Osh Kosh B’gosh.”
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on 2013-09-15 02:21 am (UTC)“Is it the overalls?” she asked. “It’s not like they’re Osh Kosh B’gosh.”