like a big girl.
Secanthelpit : i wonder tho if comparing him 2 anne frank was a little much.
LilyBee : Anne Frank! Anne Frank!!
Secanthelpit : Sorry, Your Capslockness. Truly and sincerely.
LilyBee : Shut up. It takes maybe one second more to get things right. It leaves an impression. Think about it like a signature perfume.
Secanthelpit : think about it like ur parents only LET u have lipstick because u scammed them in2 thinking it would make u grammar girl.
Yes. Because Sierra cared so very much about Lipstick. Youâd think her best friend would have dedicated five minutes to posting a general notice. No, Lily hasnât gone Amish; no, Lily hasnât gone to military school. Sheâs been falsely accused and misses you all like moisturizer. Sheâll be back as soon as she can. In the meantime, remember: Even with the Most Delicate of Dusting Brushes, Thou Shalt Not Apply Multiple Tints above the Crease. But no. Sierra was busy. Apparently slurping on Rockyâs fat stupid tongue took an inordinate amount of time.
Secanthelpit : Hello? Lily?
Secanthelpit : r u there?
Secanthelpit : Are you there, I mean. See? You win.
Secanthelpit : r u happy now? teehee.
LilyBee : Iâm looking for something for my gran, okay?
The laptop weighed thirty pounds and was burning up her legs, which was biologically unjust. Guys didnât have to deal with that. Guys got a lucky protective mat of leg hair. She Googled Benjamin Thales the commons Arizona news interview. Pages loaded in slow mo and yielded only permutations of the whole Rosko story. That and a YouTube tour of The Commons where some fake cowboy theyâd hired to play the CEO steered a golf cart around, heehawing his way through The Full Life Community Youâve Been Working Toward. Outside, Nicky Tullbeck was long gone. In the kitchen, Gran waited for Ben, her sneakers laced and double knotted. Lily tried creepy old man knows way too much about missing girls .
No way was she going to search for cunt on her grandmotherâs computer. Even if she cleared the history, therein lay the road to traumatic pop-ups. She heard the sound of it though, in the clattering of her fingers across keys. Cunt, cunt, vinegary old cunt. C U next Tuesday was the closest sheâd come to hearing anyone actually say it, and that was just Sierra on the subject of a girl whoâd had the audacity to sit beside Rocky in study hall, sharing her flashcards of irregular German verbs.
Lily typed out cunt but didnât hit return.
Here was a violation of all the laws, of cheese, of logic, of basic linguistics. To refer to something so objectively excellent as if it was nothing.
Worse. As if it was vile.
Lily deleted the word with four stabbing keystrokes. She tried crazy old man says c*nt on the news . The asterisk looked wrong, like it was trying to turn the nastiness into Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star .
Secanthelpit : u find it?
LilyBee : Not yet.
Secanthelpit : what was it? knitting needles? granny panties? hemorrhoid cream?
LilyBee : Thatâs my gran youâre talking about.
Secanthelpit : some1s in a mood. need me 2 lend you a tampon?
Lily wondered if anyone had ever called Sierra a cunt. If anyone had called her one without her knowing it. Or those vanished girls Ben Thales had been rabid about. Lilyâs back ached. Sheâd read somewhere that a woman with presence never let her spine rest against the back of a chair. It had seemed like good advice to internalize, particularly since she was shorter than sheâd liked. Still. It turned slouching into something only boys could get away with. Sad but true: hunching girls look like theyâre embarrassed to have breasts.
Boys.
She bet Nicky was off somewhere watching the Thales clip again. She bet he was smirking.
She bet Rocky would be watching it within the week. Ditto the smirk.
LilyBee : Sure, lend away. I promise to return it when Iâm done.
Secanthelpit : eeeew. whats with
Secanthelpit : i wonder tho if comparing him 2 anne frank was a little much.
LilyBee : Anne Frank! Anne Frank!!
Secanthelpit : Sorry, Your Capslockness. Truly and sincerely.
LilyBee : Shut up. It takes maybe one second more to get things right. It leaves an impression. Think about it like a signature perfume.
Secanthelpit : think about it like ur parents only LET u have lipstick because u scammed them in2 thinking it would make u grammar girl.
Yes. Because Sierra cared so very much about Lipstick. Youâd think her best friend would have dedicated five minutes to posting a general notice. No, Lily hasnât gone Amish; no, Lily hasnât gone to military school. Sheâs been falsely accused and misses you all like moisturizer. Sheâll be back as soon as she can. In the meantime, remember: Even with the Most Delicate of Dusting Brushes, Thou Shalt Not Apply Multiple Tints above the Crease. But no. Sierra was busy. Apparently slurping on Rockyâs fat stupid tongue took an inordinate amount of time.
Secanthelpit : Hello? Lily?
Secanthelpit : r u there?
Secanthelpit : Are you there, I mean. See? You win.
Secanthelpit : r u happy now? teehee.
LilyBee : Iâm looking for something for my gran, okay?
The laptop weighed thirty pounds and was burning up her legs, which was biologically unjust. Guys didnât have to deal with that. Guys got a lucky protective mat of leg hair. She Googled Benjamin Thales the commons Arizona news interview. Pages loaded in slow mo and yielded only permutations of the whole Rosko story. That and a YouTube tour of The Commons where some fake cowboy theyâd hired to play the CEO steered a golf cart around, heehawing his way through The Full Life Community Youâve Been Working Toward. Outside, Nicky Tullbeck was long gone. In the kitchen, Gran waited for Ben, her sneakers laced and double knotted. Lily tried creepy old man knows way too much about missing girls .
No way was she going to search for cunt on her grandmotherâs computer. Even if she cleared the history, therein lay the road to traumatic pop-ups. She heard the sound of it though, in the clattering of her fingers across keys. Cunt, cunt, vinegary old cunt. C U next Tuesday was the closest sheâd come to hearing anyone actually say it, and that was just Sierra on the subject of a girl whoâd had the audacity to sit beside Rocky in study hall, sharing her flashcards of irregular German verbs.
Lily typed out cunt but didnât hit return.
Here was a violation of all the laws, of cheese, of logic, of basic linguistics. To refer to something so objectively excellent as if it was nothing.
Worse. As if it was vile.
Lily deleted the word with four stabbing keystrokes. She tried crazy old man says c*nt on the news . The asterisk looked wrong, like it was trying to turn the nastiness into Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star .
Secanthelpit : u find it?
LilyBee : Not yet.
Secanthelpit : what was it? knitting needles? granny panties? hemorrhoid cream?
LilyBee : Thatâs my gran youâre talking about.
Secanthelpit : some1s in a mood. need me 2 lend you a tampon?
Lily wondered if anyone had ever called Sierra a cunt. If anyone had called her one without her knowing it. Or those vanished girls Ben Thales had been rabid about. Lilyâs back ached. Sheâd read somewhere that a woman with presence never let her spine rest against the back of a chair. It had seemed like good advice to internalize, particularly since she was shorter than sheâd liked. Still. It turned slouching into something only boys could get away with. Sad but true: hunching girls look like theyâre embarrassed to have breasts.
Boys.
She bet Nicky was off somewhere watching the Thales clip again. She bet he was smirking.
She bet Rocky would be watching it within the week. Ditto the smirk.
LilyBee : Sure, lend away. I promise to return it when Iâm done.
Secanthelpit : eeeew. whats with
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