She looks like a runner, who has been bundled into the back of a van, given a hairstyle and a nice dress, and unleashed upon the unsuspecting town.
She is straightforward and pretty, without the slightest hint of artifice. Her handbag has so many sequins on it, it looks as if it's in the process of being teleported out of here.
She was standing on the traffic island in the middle of the road, holding a pile of books to her chest, chewing the top left corner of one either absent mindedly, or in an attempt to look cute. Or hungry.
Her head tilted to the left, eyes cast upward, lashes heavy and fake.
She sighed, I sighed.
Dual doppler effects, out of phase with one another, as we passed and that's that.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
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