Smug: that's the word
for her. She's smug. Ooh, she winds me up. “Curvy is good,”
she says, “not like you. You're short and squat. And common. I
can't think why they even let you in.”
But I'm going to get
her today. Some men like me the way I am, and I'm just waiting for
one who wants to cosy up close and take some notice of me. Then I'm
going to entice him round, just so. And he'll be looking at
me, only me, ignoring her, unaware that she even exists, and … oh
dear! How very
sad.
This is a 100 word challenge for grown-ups: for more details, and other entries, see #100wcgu.
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