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Dirty Girl

Leila

I took the towel off of my head and used it to wipe the mirror as I stared at my reflection. I took in the green eyes, blonde hair, and the thick shoulders. I didn’t have one of those slender necks with the pronounced collar bones. I stared at myself, wondering what it was that Christopher saw. He had called me beautiful. Several times.

He made me feel beautiful. I changed into a pair of jeans and a clean sweater. I was brushing out my damp hair when I heard a car door. I walked out of the bathroom, checked out the window, and saw Kami standing there wearing the same clothes she had on the night before.

I pulled open the door and put a hand on my hip. “Dirty, dirty, dirty girl. And I’m mad at you.”

“Look who’s dirty,” she said walking in.

“I just got out of the shower.”

“Because you just got home.”

I scowled. “How do you know that?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god! I was only guessing! I knew it!”

“You didn’t know anything.”

She flopped onto my couch. “How was it?”

“No, I’m mad at
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