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The indie, or is it a pop song? I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor by Arctic Monkeys was loudly playing through four speakers from my bedroom while I shower. The plan is to block any chance of disturbance and bad energy that might seek my path.
As the rainfall shower brings its warm grace against my skin, it washes down the negative energy and rancor I felt for hours and replaced them with my daily synthetic enthusiasm.
I rinsed my hair with my favorite shampoo, grabbed two white towels, which I use to wrap around my hair, and the other to cover my naked body before emerging from the steaming toilet, singing the lines from the song.
"And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
And lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang-oh"
In my bedroom, I found the temperature unendurable for my exposed body.
Shivering, I sprint to the nightstand for the air conditioning controller, but I couldn't find it.
Bloody hell.
My fingers slam the pause bottom on the home pod. And in a heartfelt manner, I plead with the not-so-naff device for warmth, and it granted me.
How I wish my world works in that technique, by just demanding what you need to a device and get it in an instant.
Relieved, I slump onto my scrambled bed, asking the device to unpaused the music, when my eyes flash my hand. Panic was an understatement.
Right there, I could see those visible tiny human hair that wasn't planted but manages to grow like weeds.
It roused flashes of memories from my shocking afternoon.
Those slim legs, smooth bikini bodies girls, one of which is named Claire and is dating my ex-boyfriend.
I don't blame her, he is a wanker. Only I have bad news for her. Once a traitor, forever a traitor.
His heart is wired with two sockets, which means, when he claims to be in love with you, he's probably thinking of Hailey.
Rolling my eyes, I suppressed a groan.
The thing is, I need to shave. But the problem is, I don't have a shaver or any option.
Mom did the packing, and that kitty woman who's floating on cloud nine had claimed all this would turn into a fabulous summer.
From how it's headed, it seems like she's right since, of course, she wouldn't imagine what it feels like to be my age and have hairy legs around French Gigi Hadids.
Realizing I have to leave eventually for dinner, and I was ending up in a pajama instead of the sexy off-the-shoulder dress I had planned. I angrily jumped, stomping, screaming my irritation into the loud music.
My indoor tantrum worked a little as it had helped me every day.
With that, I gave in and took the only offer universe had provided.
Glad to know, not only humans are corrupted. It looks to me even mother earth is committed. As I can tell, she sure reaps bribes from those she wishes and grants her preferred barbies a dollhouse.
In another tragic appearance, this time striped blue cotton loungewear, a funny slipper, and my phone, I head to the ground floor.
I could hear lots of chats and waves of laughter coming from the dining area.
Okay, this is how it will go.
I swipe the screen of my mobile phone, scroll to TikTok, and tap with my finger.
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