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I really wish I had a more womanly body, like yours. Then I could move on to more dignified roles. Are you still enjoying your time out here?
Work a few years, save up a bunch of money to strike out on my own, have some fun and see California in the process. That sort of thing. Get out of town, clear your head and think things over.
Figure out exactly what you want to be doing everyday. Where are you most relaxed? It takes me twenty minutes just to apply sunscreen! Take a couple of weeks, go to the beach, and see if you can gain some perspective on everything. With all those hicks and rednecks?! And who knows? How was the beach today?
Nice place, casual enough for beachwear, and great live music. Thanks, Tiffany! To her relief, she appeared unscathed, thanks in no small part to the large umbrella she had purchased on her arrival. Discarding her beach towel, she slipped on a pair of blue daisy dukes to go with her canary-yellow bikini.
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Instead, she saw six people only a bit older than her who appeared… normal. Hearing the excitement in their performance, Jaime felt invigorated for the first time in a long time. She was experiencing something new and different that she never would have seen otherwise, and she loved it.
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But after he came here and tasted mine, he said if any burger was worthy of the name, this was it. How ya take it? Jaime sat back and continued to listen to the band. In particular, she was drawn to Craig, the lead singer. He looked like the typical boy-next-door, with his cropped black hair and clean-shaven face. Still, the most striking thing about him was the sheer enjoyment on his face as he performed. When he and his band mates got into a zone, it was as if there was no audience at all.
They were just playing to have a hell of a good time. As Jaime munched on her burger and fries, Steve made his rounds to the bar and tables, chatting up a few of the regulars. Normally, Jaime stayed alert for creepy older men, but Steve seemed to only be keeping an eye on a young female on her own in a popular vacation spot. He kept up conversation with her, asking what she did in California. She of course kept the details to a minimum, saying she was a small fish in the film industry, working as needed until she saved up enough to strike out on her own.
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