her.

She's getting ready so I know I'm gonna be here a while. In the bathroom with flat irons and nail files. Spending hours in salons on her hairstyles. In the mall steady racking up the air miles. Hit the gym step on the scale, stare at the number. She say she's dropping 10 pounds, preparing for summer and she don't do it for the men, men never notice.
She just does it for herself, she's the fucking coldest. Intelligent too. She's my sweetheart. I've always liked my women book and street smart. As long as they got a little class like half days and the confidence to overlook my past ways. Time heals all, and heels hurt to walk in but they go with the clutch that she carries her lip gloss in and look I really think that nobody does it better. I love the way she puts it together.

Love,
S


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