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My Thoughts On The Girl Front Of A Mirror

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The girl stood in front of a mirror. Her bleach blond hair hung in perfect formation, resting purposefully on her shoulders. She ran her hands consciously and unconsciously through the symmetrically set layers.
" I want to be in Playboy." She was looking at her own reflection, but she was talking to me.
I had heard her say this before so it wasn 't as much of a shock as it was an annoyance.
"You 're crazy," I said with dismissal. We had this conversation so frequently that I had programmed my response of "You 're crazy." The same line you would give to a friend who kept insisting she was fat or that her boyfriend was cheating. Had I known that this day would be so different, I may have taken my time and prepared a rebuttal that was more …show more content…

"I know that, but I never thought you were serious. I mean, for God 's sake, it 's pornography!" "It 's not porn."
"It 's porn."
"No, it 's not, it 's Playboy, it 's classy, it 's like practically art."
"Art? Art!? You mean you 're comparing a bunch of blonde bimbos to like, the Venus De
Milo?"
"First of all, they 're not bimbos."
I was getting her fired up. "And yeah, Marilyn Monroe I would compare to the
Venus De Milo."
"Don 't give me that crap. It 's not art, it 's porn. Anything that people masturbate to is porn."
I said defiantly. Just then she changed her face in the way that only pretty girls can.
"People might masturbate to you. Does that make you porn?" My cheeks filled up with a scornful red and my ears felt hot, like bath water pumped through my veins."That 's not the same thing," I protested quietly. She defeated me, even if it was for just that second. She must have known this, because she was the one to continue the conversation.
"I 'm going tomorrow, and I want you to come with me." I had at this point somewhat come to my senses and stopped screaming at her.
"To The Howard Stern Show? Why?"
"Because, I don 't want to alone. It 's in the city, and you’re my only friend who won 't tell anybody about it." Her gaze fell to the floor before she became very jittery. Her voice skipped over the words quickly, as if had she said them slowly, their meaning deepening in a way she had not intended. "I mean I 'm not ashamed; it 's just I don 't want

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