Cheltenham: CHS Facade edition with preface

#215
“The girl in the black dress is rich.
He’s famous. Are they doing it?
I doubt it. You have to understand—
no one’s getting any these days. Yeah—
come see us Friday.” That’s where
the tape in her head ends, as it is Friday night,
and she’s going nowhere near those
gaming sons of bitches. She forces
herself to vomit up an ice-cream
cone. She sends a one-liner out to one
of her text-lists— she’s wearing a black
dress in her soul. She has no initials.
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