She ignored the whistle and the “hey, hot stuff” called from a yellow convertible filled with frat boys. The car slowed and she gave them her peel-yourself-off-my-sneaker look to get it speeding along again.
The only danger there is having my shoes puked on.
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2 comments:
I love the peel-yourself-off-my-sneaker look! That's a great line.
I'm with T.Anne. I loved that sentence!
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