The Mirrori Diaries: 20.09.08
Yeeearrrgh, a spot. I see a spot on me. Call the maid, get the cleaning fluid out, pour gallons on me, squeaky clean me. And remove the damn spot. Because the woman in front of me here thinks she looks like Marilyn Monroe. Thanks to my spot.
(On a mirror at Peaches, the salon)
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