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LAJE HIPPIE
KARMA
THE TWELVE-YEAR-OLD KID SAT ON PRAGA'S DRESSING ROOM CHAIR, HER HAZEL EYES SKIM THE AMOUNT OF MAKEUP AND PERFUMES THAT SAT ON THE DESK IN A FASHIONABLE MESS. Karma grabbed one of Praga's lip gloss, the kid opened the lid before trying to mimic the woman beside her. Karma opened her mouth, she glances at the woman and saw how she applied the lip gloss, the tip of the lip gloss made contact with her lips for a fraction before it was taken away from her.
"Ei! Eu cuido disso!" Karma complains, her short arms were crossed over her chest angrily. Hey! I need it!
Praga shook her head, "Você não precisa disso. Você é pequeno demais para usar essas coisas." Karma rolled her eyes. You don't need it. You are too small to use these things.
"Se eu sou tão pequeno, então o que faço em um bar?" Karma sneer, Praga pressed her red lips in a tight line. If I'm so small, then what am I doing in a bar?
"Night Club." Praga corrected. "Eu já te disse, você está me ajudando a ganhar dinheiro. Sem dinheiro, não poderei levá-lo ao cinema para a estréia de Velozes e Furiosos." Praga stated, Karma's face fell into one of horror causing Praga to smirk. I already told you, you are helping me earn money. Without money I will not be able to take you to the cinema for the premiere of fast and furious.
The owner of the Night club, Laje Hippie, approached the bickering duo. Marcus cleared his throat, gaining the Karma and Praga's attention. "Hello there, I'm Marcus. You must be Karma, Praga told me a lot about you."
Karma gave him a toothy smile in response, "Nice to meet you, sir."
Marcus chuckled, he waved a dismissal hand. "Call me Marcus." The American patted his jean pockets as he searched for a candy he had bought for her, he took it out and offered it to her. "Here, I hope you like candy."
