Just try...

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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

Young and beautiful, Lana del rey

Louna:

I really wish I had stayed with Ambrose now instead of standing in the moving line towards the cashier with the golden dress in her hand with Jill who had much more than a garment in her arms.When the line had finally moved on after a persistent elderly lady had asked to return a large sea shirt with a characteristic blue cat, even though it is clearly on the sign at the checkout "No returns". The lady at the checkout looks completely uninterested in me when I put up the dress and smiles at her without getting it answered."6.99" said the lady while she puts an unkempt loop of her dirt-blond hair behind her ear, she packs the dress in a paper bag I have not asked for and stretches it to me, I receive the bag with a smile that I do not matter for the lady behind the counter but it is like a compulsion for me to smile at the people it comes with the job I guess. I go straight to the side when I have the bag in a secure grip so that Jill can reach the counter, she throws the clothes in a sloppy high which causes the clerk to keep his eyes closed. The lady pulls up garments after garments and folds it down before she divides them into three paper bags to the width.

Jill stomps impatiently with her foot while the lady folds her newly bought clothes, I have no idea how she can fit with all clothes in her wardrobe but in some way she succeeds even though she shop at least once every two weeks. When the lady finally reaches the bags to Jill she takes out her wallet from her fake bag and starts counting her banknotes together and then moves on to coins which she slowly put up on the counter that the lady carefully counted them together, there is apparently one thing that she was careful. To get out of it from the basement floor I finally see the light and the heat blows my breath, the air feels thick of heat and the sun is high in the sky, the fact that we were in there for a long time, too long. Jill walks breathtakingly next to me on the boxes that look like they should crack anytime, she shoots her sunglasses on her nose from her chestnut hair with an already full hand before she turns to me.

"So who was the hottie?" She grins at me, she must mean Ambrose who else?

"Who?" She can actually talk about anyone, somebody from last night maybe I just hope nobody has told her what happened or what was about to happen between me and him. It was something I never want to talk to anyone about ever again.

"He at Mrs. B's store of course?" She said spelled out with a dreamy look that probably fantasized about how he would look without a shirt, that's how she is she sees something, she likes it, she takes it. And now she wants him.

"Oh he?" I look at the look she gives me that she doesn't think she doesn't believe in my attempt to play stupid and ignorant about his extremely attractive appearance even though I would never admit it to him his ego was already big so it is enough more than generous.

"Yes who else? So tell me, who is he? And I want all details I want to know everything." She says everything in a breath despite her heavy load and the stressful heat.

"His name is Ambrose Little and works with us at the moment and is related to two of our clients" I know she is not satisfied with the little information I have given and it can be the heat or her puppy's eyes that tell me the story of how we met at the wedding and the incident at the wedding and how we are then presented by Dan at the party although i omit the bit with the potential rape. She seems pleased with the information she received and smiles widely.

"Lucky you, he has already come to the second base with you, he touched your shit," she exclaimed spelled out for a reason I don't understand, I can't escape hearing some jealousy in her voice no matter how hard she tries to hide it.

"Stop it! It wasn't fun and I don't even like him "I understand that he might be incredibly good looking and know about it but he is privileged and has had everything more than he needs but is not happy with it. There are some who barely manage the day. He is such a person who will be admitted to a fine school because the papers and the moms give a check with a few zeros in order to find themselves some stupid rich man's girl who squeezes out some snoring. There are such best friends who could basically read each other's thoughts so it's almost creepy, Jill can't. She looks at me as she does not believe in a word I say and which usually says against.

"Do not let it go, don't deny it" she plays with me playfully on her back and pulls me along the streets until you see the brick building standing in front of us as a rotten ratboot.