Tulsa
Nov 7th, 2014 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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She understood Brooklyn. You needed the right glasses, the right shoes, the right jeans. And my God, the hair. You had to nail the hair exactly. If it looked like you were trying too hard, you weren’t trying hard enough.
She didn’t understand Tulsa. No one seemed to be trying. It would almost be cool, the way nobody seemed to care, except what’s the point of being cool if you don’t even realize it. She was going to hate it here.
But the sweater-skirt combination on that lady was going to kill when she wore it home for Christmas vacation.
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