She would change her face for her surroundings for no other reason except boredom. Although, she knew this wasnt true entirely. Changing her disguise would enable her to infiltrate any number of scenarios from which she might have been otherwise excluded. And this, by default, challenged her boredom.
She was a dark-headed bobbed girl who children mistook for a grandmother, when she was only 23. She was then a redheaded sexpot with pursed lips and an immaculate wardrobe. Then, for a brief time, she was a pixie-headed platinum wannabe factory cohort, but her scalp couldnt stand the dye, and she couldnt stand the little pills.
Finally, she returned to her plain, dowdyish, limp-haired self, with wholly unremarkable features that would only become beautiful or interesting when she chose to arrange them.
She was a dark-headed bobbed girl who children mistook for a grandmother, when she was only 23. She was then a redheaded sexpot with pursed lips and an immaculate wardrobe. Then, for a brief time, she was a pixie-headed platinum wannabe factory cohort, but her scalp couldnt stand the dye, and she couldnt stand the little pills.
Finally, she returned to her plain, dowdyish, limp-haired self, with wholly unremarkable features that would only become beautiful or interesting when she chose to arrange them.
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ebin:
reacher:
I saw your comment about the Bukowski bar tour in this that or the other group. I've only just started reading him (due to this site), but it sounds like this would be a blast. Sort of like the Jack the Ripper tour in London's East end, but with more booze. 