The beer mirror in the restroom hallway was perfectly placed.
Robin turned to it, brushed her hair with her fingers, quick little flips just to be doing...anything.
The spaghetti strap top Nikki had given her was a bit lighter-colored than she had thought when she left the house.
The guy in line for the one stall men’s room next to the one stall ladies’ ro…
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