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Lucky Heels

LECTURES 572
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Chapitres 12
Durée 3h 36m

LECTURES 572
Votes 23
Chapitres 12
Durée 3h 36m

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Today was, without a doubt, the worst in my twenty-two years of life up until now. 

My outfit? Ruined.

Hair? Frizzy beyond help.

Make-up? Non-existent.

And, the kicker, I managed to blow an interview for the job that was supposed to set me up with a steady paycheck for the next twenty years. Maybe thirty.

And....Oh! I almost forgot. I nearly killed someone today as well.

Yeah. I'm livin' the dream, right?

Not.

Pause for a second.

Now, as you may have noticed, in the beginning of this I said was. It was the worst day of my existence until...well, until I met him.Tous Droits Réservés

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