Sebastian Vettel at the 2009 Japanese GP post-quali press conference
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, don't say it 'cause I know I'm cute."
Juice | Lizzo
Model: Owen Lindberg
Photographer: Christian Oita
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'Tis no fault of mine own,
I am out around the town,
Forsaking mine good sense;
Forsooth! It is the juice!
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march writing challenge 2023 - day 19
shuffle your playlist seven times
The sound of a car horn blaring wakes me up, and I blearily rub my eyes against the sunlight streaming through the still-open windows.
My head hurts, dimly, in a raw kind of way, and my hair smells like cheap tequila. The air is warm for March, but a breeze floats through and makes me slink back further into my bedspread.
It’s with that movement that I realize I’m still wear whatever I went out in last night, what’s essentially a bedazzled bikini running uncomfortably against my skin. I don’t remember much, just a vague sense of bright lights and shaking music. I find a glass of water sitting next to my charging phone, and I gulp it down gratefully as I check my text messages.
There’s one from someone named Chase, a simple call me x.
I delete the conversation and the contact and call Laurie instead. She picks up on the third ring.
"Girrlll, you were WILD last night!" She's doing something else in the background, with her phone likely propped up against something as she does her neurotic post-night-out cleaning.
"Shit, was I?" I roll out of bed and strip the gemstone-studded clothing off, tossing it into the ever-growing "to be washed" pile. "Don't remember squat."
"No fucking way, I mean we all were on the juice las' night, but you must've had like fifteen before some fuckwad took you home."
I run my fingers through my hair. It's tangled in the back, into one matted deadlock. "Was his name Chase?"
"Might've been. Some blonde bodybuilder type. Rich daddy, too. Did he not stay 'till morning?"
"Of course not." I slip into a clean pair of sweatpants and a sports bra, picking up some random discarded trash from when I had stumbled back last night. "Filled me up a water, though. Texted me asking to call."
"Don't" Laurie says in that no-nonsense way of hers. "Chivalry is dead."
I wasn't gonna, considering that I don't even remember if he was good or not. "Of course not. He couldn't've handled me anyway."
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