Blonde in blue, she followed the protocols of pretty to a T, fitting in but yet not feeling in. On the trip to the night club, the lights outside the car were aflame, marking her journey for the world to see.
I must not be me! Never to be seen!
She entered the club under chattering cover fire of friends, finding a sniper's retreat, hoping her frown go unnoticed.
Outside, across the cold street from the club, a lost soul had watched Blonde In Blue enter and dreamed dare speak to the goddess.
After the club, when she got home and took the makeup off, sitting in front of her mirror, she got a good look at herself and declared, "Men suck!"
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