Identical

I Stop in the Girls Room

For crispy and to redo my makeup. They'll finally rains. Within seconds, the lunch rush madhouse erupts.

Hurry up!
what the fuck?
hey, you, come here!

It's the same every day. Same Voices. Same laughter. Same lame people I've known most of my life.

Got a smoke?
Got a Tic Tac?
Did you hear about...?

I hustle along the walkway, mostly ignoring the ways and hellos of people I rarely give the time of day too.

...go the lead...
...made honor roll...
Ian's looking for you

Ah, see, they're confusing me with Kaeleigh. Sometimes I think that's funny. Other times, it's just annoys the living crap out of me. Guess that's what's comes of sharing a Wardrobe, not to mention a face. Oh, well.

At least my Chrome confuse me with her. She wouldn't go near him. He's much too much like Daddy.

Both of them are tough outside. But dick Down Under the Skin, there's a soft, gooey Coeur.

Auger into that work, work that Kaeleigh could never appreciate, because she doesn't like maple syrup anyway. But I do.

I love it. And if Daddy would just stand still for me, I would happily tap his core.