Will that be all? I asked the pimply faced teen who ogled my exposed legs as if in heat. My pen tapped impatiently on the notepad while I waited for him to look up. Slowly his dull grey eyes roved over my body and a limp smile drew up his thin, crusted lips making him look more weasel than human. Yep. Thatd be it, his cheerful, adolescent voice cracked.Great, I mumbled, walking back behind the counter.
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About Brandi Salazar, Faerie Tales: The Misfortune of a Teenage Socialite
Brandi Salazar, Faerie Tales: The Misfortune of a Teenage Socialite.