for the most part frumpy, dour mistresses. Queens of suburban satellite monstrosities
bleached hair with a little regrowth in the ones who've let themselves go.
faces coated in excessive foundation, topped off with sour rubicund lips
Almost all ejaculating opinions from the am's herald or the pm's mx - guidance rich.
some of the young ones are pretty. Their voices ignorant but gilded with the exuberance of youth, promising.
unfortunately, the shadows they cast under the elevator's high watt, energy efficient lighting are indistinguishable from the shadows of their older sisters beside them. The promise withers.
They exit and I am left, holding my coffee, adrift in remnant clouds of fragrance;
beauty, chanel, flore, intuition, paris hilton, and obsession.
my coffee is bitter in comparison.
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