Midsummer night, the air is full of rainy promises.
She runs a plastic comb through her thin hair, nervously.
What an awful idea! Now she looks like a mad scientist more than a sophisticated lady.
Nylon stockings, tiny acrylic dress, every move she makes generates a waterfall of sparks.
Ding dong the doorbell rings: “Damn he’s here already!”...
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