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Misery Chicks

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THIS WAS WRITTEN IN 2017 AND IS UNFINISHED, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF BAD GRAMMAR, HORRIBLE STORY TELLNIG AND WAY TOO MUCH EDGE
Girls. Girls. Girls.
 All they care about is makeup and clothes and trying to be popular; who doesn't want to be right? 
That's what they'd want us to be obviously. 

Oh, the poor girls who choose not to be pretty, or popular. 
All the sales they miss out on because they have appointments with their "shrinks", I wonder what those are? 
Probably just another term for nutritionist; some of them could use one.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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