The woman seemed to have had enough of the aroma of strawberry chewing gum and the fat flies that filled the air around her.
“If you do see him and get him to call me, I'll buy you a lipstick like mine, darling,” the woman stretched out her words like a southern belle from one of the American Plates, “it comes in a case with gilt decoration…”
“You don’t say?” I commented to the mirror, adding mascara with my mouth hanging open. Tina always had her mouth open when she added mascara and I knew how inane that look was. The pink bubblegum on my tongue added to the effect. The woman shivered slightly.
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