Whenever I’m at a concert, sporting event, or even a particularly crowded hallway I always look down with pity at the poor five-foot-something girl beside me.

“Will you ever get work done to your face?” It felt like a fly had suddenly flown into my mouth and as I turned to discover the man behind the question my abdominal muscles swatted it.


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