It's a beautiful day to be beautiful,
but I'm not.
So I tutted loudly at the lanky, awkward (but trying not to be) tweens in uniform on the train,
glared at the back of an annoying lady I saw who reversed herself into a geeky quiet girl on purpose and proceeded to wrap herself around the pole instead,
rolled my eyes til it hurt at that arch-eyebrowed lady in that disgusting, gaudy hot pink blouse who walked right past me to claim a seat I was eyeing when I had been standing on the train for forty-five minutes.
It's a beautiful day to be beautiful,
but I'm not.
And I'm not even going to try.
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