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June 12th, 2002 - 10:53 a.m. A complaint, a girl, and snobbery. Absolutely deplorable, this weather. Bah. �The Great White North.� The liars! I demand restitution. This awful thickness of the atmosphere. Suffocating heat. Unbearable dampness. Am not constructed for this inelegant season. Encountered a girl with gorgeous eyes yesterday. Luminescent hazel fringed with black lace. Sadly, the rest of her left much to be desired. The poor creature had chemically fried her hair, painted her lips a horrid shade of pink, and left her breasts only lightly covered with some polyester horror. Ill made shoes, brick like on her feet. A tattered red tote. Pants too tight, but not made to flatter. And the manner in which she conducted herself, so very graceless and crass... sigh, another in need of a new wardrobe and finishing school. People really must try harder to be attractive. Honestly now, for the sake of aesthetic! Common mistakes in the pursuit of style: But then, some of the general population is just ugly, and cannot be saved. For their sake, I hope they are at least intelligent and of winning personality. N. �
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