Open your bag again - big, expensive and purple that blends perfectly with their expensive shoes and purple - and takes the pills take away the headache caused by stomach pain they cause the diet pills. Hates physical discomfort and mood swings that gives your cocktail morning pills, one for each thing you do not like about herself. But either way, priorities are priorities. Twenty-seven years, perfect hair (dyed perfectly well) and a beautiful face-eyed honey, if you pay attention, behind the apparent excess of security, conspicuous by the buildup of repressed tears of sadness, trapped them all, perhaps, in the throat that became accustomed to living. Did not sleep well last night. It was Wednesday, day or go to a place where you should go on Wednesdays, if not to fish her husband - that is proving difficult - at least the people who matter see tragic smile without seeming to have no husband. Returned almost to the four confirmed his theory that hates women, that is impossible to get along with, because all you are jealous (or arouse envy, but this notion is conveniently hidden under the carpet of their ideas) .
Open your bag again and pulls out a cigar. It gives a bit of disgust smoking in the morning, but still feels the urge to do so. Last night I smoked and drank too much while his best friend - it is virtually default - is shut nearly an hour with another guy in the bathroom instead of Wednesday. Meanwhile, one tried to talk and smile face to face with almost everyone, but someone asked the phone. Smoking gives you a bit of disgust that made his friend. It almost always comes out. She only had sex with two men and has never made love to none. One was her former boyfriend, who all enjoyed the opening leg was the idea of \u200b\u200ba secure future. The other, her married lover, who enjoyed, at least, the sense of the forbidden. Originally boyfriend forgave her indiscretion with a married man a few months. Then, encouraged by the wife of ex-lover, it reconsidered and decided to officially be his ex. So I went, like all men in her life, to the list of exes: ex father, ex boyfriend, ex lover ... Future ex friend.
opens his bag and pulls out the mirror. Makeup retouched. Itself is truly horrible. Everything is big: the cheeks, nose, throat. In the small mirror does not see his arms or his legs or his belly, but it feels like the ugly fat pressing against his pants size four. Seemingly nothing has served three liposuction or the two clutches of Botox. Although, of course, without them it would still be the lonely fat high school. Now is the lone feels fat. Look in the mirror and not find anything. Not what was, or what is or what he wants to be. Gives an unexplainable chill feeling of confinement. He does not realize that the bag and the pills and cigarettes and gay friend and mirror and a husband who does not come and makeup and polyps and monthly car are a jail each day becomes more unhappy. Shawshank Redemption, surely.
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