Her stockings have run a ladder during the night. Her skin smells like cigarettes and other women's perfume. Her toenails are candy-apple red, matching her lipstick. She tastes lime and vodka on her tongue. There's ice on her fingertips and nose, and a glow on her wide cheeks. Throughout the long night, she'll be by herself, but she's never truly alone.
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