As a child, I was never picked first for kick-ball, or bombardment, or any other sport. It wasn't that I was a bad athlete; but rather, it was because I was a girl. The fact that May picked me first for her team is an absolute dream come true. Now if only I'd wake up a millionaire with great hair, and a nice slender, eat-whatever-I-want-and-don't-gain-a-pound body.......
Carrie
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It is strange that we don't always see ourselves as others see us. Perhaps we have higher standards for the things we care about. As someone whose face and body have always been conveniences rather than assets, it is hard for me to think of Carrie worrying about her luxurious hair and figure. Relax. Word in the halls is that people dream about you, men & women. They envy your easy manner & confident stride as well as your obvious assets. Enjoy your looks and work on your committees.
Carrie, dear, I did NOT write this. I don't think you're that hot.
Thank you so very much. And, May, you might not have written this, but you DO think I'm that hot. The question then becomes, if you did not, then who did......
Some random psychopath?
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