Lesbian dejected in pickup failure

The lesbo looked like a model out of a beauty ad. Except her beauty was marred by a couple of moles on her face. Nothing surgery can’t fix, if she wasn’t superstitious. Its funny how some people think facial moles are indications of fortunes and personal traits. The lesbo stared at me while walking towards my general direction. She tried to discern if a pickup was possible. Her steps were unfaltering as her questioning gaze met my un-flickering denial. Her face fell, like a card. This small town was chokeful of lesbians struggling to survive.

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