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It was in this moment that Marlowe was taken by the uncontrollable desire to smile, genuinely and more brighter than she already had been. The corners of her lips burned to curl upwards and snuggle into her dimpled cheeks. The small dose of ecstasy that she had taken earlier seemed to be swimming graciously through her veins and settling into her ovaries, giving them warmth.
Granola Girl, despite it’s contemptuous ring, sounded quite romantic. Marlowe imagined a girl with a golden face, who always wore a gold yarrow in her disheveled but whimsically golden hair.
“C’mon. ‘Granola Girl’? Really?” Marlowe grinned amusingly, “cute, but I thought you were more original than that.”
Lara watched the other woman as she started smiling like a five year old girl, how come did she take her insult as a compliment? Her voice was as dry as possible, it was pretty evident that Lara wasn’t there to compliment nor engage. Most people would just leave, they couldn’t stomach Lara and her condescending behavior but the girl insisted to stay.
Sighing in absolute annoyance, Lara shrugged. “There’s no need for originality in this particular situation.” She stated flatly. “Are you done with this Manic Pixie Dream Girl bullshit? It’s getting boring. Just say what you wanted to say initially, I don’t have time for this.”














