There once was a woman who stopped at the red light like a good driver would. Because she knew this was a particularly long red light she decided to flip down her vanity mirror and assess her face. She wiped a smear of black eyeliner from beneath her eyes. The black residue got stuck in a new wrinkle. She noticed a blossoming zit on her chin and how her laugh lines were bigger and longer. They cracked her face maybe even more than yesterday.
Then she glanced to her right. A man in a van was also waiting for the red light to change. He had been looking at her investigating her face the whole time. He smiled and gave her the thumbs up sign. She laughed out loud. Yes, it really was all good. Every smear and every wrinkle. Every zit and every crack. She was still a sexy goddess maybe even more than yesterday.
Then she glanced to her right. A man in a van was also waiting for the red light to change. He had been looking at her investigating her face the whole time. He smiled and gave her the thumbs up sign. She laughed out loud. Yes, it really was all good. Every smear and every wrinkle. Every zit and every crack. She was still a sexy goddess maybe even more than yesterday.
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