He would never be mine. I knew this because he was into women who could make skanky cool. Big-haired, blonde, skinny-minnie, big-chested, petite women who could make skanky cool. I had nice hair. It shone with health, it was thick and it was one shade up from blonde, but it wasn’t big. And I had an ample chest, but not that ample. I was not skinny-minnie. I was absolutely not skanky and could never be, no matter if it was cool and could get you Raiden Miller. I just knew I was the kind of girl who had no latent skank huddling deep inside, waiting for the makeup, hairspray and tight clothes
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