There is the one friend who loses herself in the men she dates. And another friend who never dates. There is one in a round body with lumpy sides. An excessive appetitive and lots of wine. Loud, red, purple, and gross. One with black body hair and a bold face. Then another more pretty, but vain and well-built, with thick yellow armpit hair that hangs to her sides. The charming one with green eyes. The childless mother, bitter and sad. The angry friend. The…
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