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// ; i'm late, but please !! 

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/⠀grabby hands 

@cntessa 
            LAUGHTER WARMS THE AIR, FILTERING THROUGH MAXIMALIST WALLS. NO AMOUNT OF SILENCE COULD BE FOUND, THROWN TO THE WIND AS WOMEN BECOME GIRLS AGAIN—A MOMENT OF CHAOTIC CONTENT, STARS PLAYING PRETEND FOR THE HELL OF IT.  It’s sweet , the childlike nature that find them, how judgement (OF EACH OTHER ) flees the bones and the body. THERE IS BEAUTY IN EXPOSURE, AND THERE WAS NOTHING MORE THAN THIS— ECHOING VOICES AND A BOTTLE OF WINE BETWEEN CLOSE FRIENDS. 
            
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             ❝  I can’t help it, you’re BREATHING ON ME. Do you HAVE to be so close ? You’re practically in my skin.  IN. MY. SKIN  ❞    Complaints surface teasingly , followed by a rapid blinking as BRUSH PASSES TOO CLOSE TO THE CORNER OF HER EYE.  ❝ god how did I let you convince me to do this ??? WHY did I let you convince me to do thi—CAREFUL THIS FACE PAYS THE BILLS! ❞ WHINE. WHINE. WHINE.  It’s harmless , endearing really. ( MAYBE WE’RE MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME, A CHILDHOOD THAT NEVER WAS.  WE MAY NOT HAVE BEEN GIRLS TOGETHER, BUT WE STILL GROW.)  
            
             ❝  Okay okay let me stop , I’m serious this time. ❞  A STRAIGHT FACE, SMOOTH AS STONE  IT ONLY LASTS A MILLISECOND BEFORE AN ERUPTION OF LAUGHTER OVERTOOK HER, CAUSING HER TO LEAN FORWARD FINGERTIPS DIGGING UNCONTROLLABLY INTO HER COMPANIONS SHOULDER before pushing herself up , A TEAR OF BLACK SMEARED DOWN HER CHEEK.  stomach still hurts from the force of air she released only seconds before, and the fits yet to come. A TAUT LAUGH, TEAR INDUCING, AND CAREFREE ( SAVED JUST FOR YOU . ) 
            
            KATIE catches her breath, manicured mail swooping below her eye to catch the escapist, unknowingly smearing the shadow even more. ❝  Please stab me in the eye , I’m actually begging. DO IT / NILLA /  I DARE YOU.  put me out of my misery ❞     

@callaways STONE,  PERHAPS A LOOK OF JUDGEMENT WAS ALL THAT SHE COULD OFFER TO /HIM/, THE THORN IN HER SIDE, THE PAPER CUT IN THE PRINT OF HER THUMB. . . THE LITTLE BROTHER SHE NEVER HAD. There’s a simple upturn to her brows that echo a humorous attempt of ‘ IM TRYING’.  ❝ . . . It’s atrocious. Are you sure SHE doesn’t hate you? ❞ a joke— HALFWAY mused in the form of a SIMPLE LAUGH-AN ALMOST GIGGLE BEFORE THE GATES OPENED AND SHE ALLOWED THE HARDENED LOOK TO (SOMEWHAT) SOFTEN.  SHES LEARNED TO TOLERATE HIM, DESPITE HER BEFORE DISTASTE OF HIS PRESENCE—A COMPROMISE for her own SANITY IN THE BEGINNING, SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN LEFT ALONE WITH A MAN WHO EMOTES LIKE A CARTOON, and yet now, they stand backstage to a show she AGREED to support him at in place of EVERYONES FAVORITE (burning) STAR. 
            
            ❝ it’s not ENTIRELY terrible ❞ ACTRESS PLAYS WELL IN SOFTENING THE BLOW, because it was in fact the worst thing she’s ever seen. BUT KATHERINE REMAINS CONGENIAL (ENOUGH) to not hurt the golden boys feelings. ❝ but who ever approved that needs to be fired ❞ nose crinkles as lips turn upwards before smoothening out again—quick with her limited emotions USUALLY KEPT UNDER WRAP ( maybe it’s the disgusting hormones rapid firing in her now SHARED BRAIN, a secret YET TO SPILL) 
            
            ❝like I’ve modeled for YEARS and I’ve worn from pretty ugly shit but. . . in the nicest way possible I THINK YOU NEED A NEW STYLIST. ❞