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Long Hair and High Heels in London
Little girl, sweet thing, got bored and started lying. Scared of people finding out that she wasn't what she said (and alas, they knew already but said nought about it), she acted out her mistruths to justify them. Tales of wild parties, drunken nights filled with energy and lust; these became reality. Her liver begged for relief from the burdens that came upon it so suddenly. Her clothes were torn by the hands of lewd men. Those with whom she surrounded herself knew of her not as a liar but as a drunk and a tramp. There grew a void where her soul once lingered. But this was the goal, for the boredom would have been far too severe.