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Chapter Six - Bitches
The bathroom is a minor work of art: mirrored walls, thick towels rolled into a basket for individual use, a laundry basket under the counter. A wonderful perfume hangs in the air. Artwork hangs on the walls. At the basins, a choice of hand pumps offer designer hand-wash and skin-creme in a choice of fragrances. Plushly upholstered chairs are set at small tables set out with tissues, make-up mirrors and angled lighting. But right now, I just need a quiet moment. Marching to the end cubical, I slip inside and sit. Now.. cool down… Just chill out… I’d like to splash cold water over my face, but then I’d need to re-apply my make-up. The world’s full of bitches. You’ve just met one of them. That’s all… That’s…And there’s been plenty of hints that she’s nobody’s friend… My cheeks cool
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