[ There's a girl with big glossy curls and dark owl shades and shorts that come up to just about there click click clacking her way down the sidewalk in his direction. The heels of her shoes kick up splashes in all the puddles and her hips manage to draw the attention of passersby with their sway, but she doesn't seem to pay any of that attention because she seems to have eyes just for Carl. Her lips, which are slick with lipgloss and the color of candy cane nail polish, split a smile once she's an earshot, her pace slowing to a saunter and then a stop right in front of him. ]
Got a light, sailor? [ she asks, a hand fishing through the pockets of her fur-trimmed coat to find a silver cigarette case while the other keeps the neon yellow umbrella over her head from pitching too far in any one direction. ]
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Got a light, sailor? [ she asks, a hand fishing through the pockets of her fur-trimmed coat to find a silver cigarette case while the other keeps the neon yellow umbrella over her head from pitching too far in any one direction. ]