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Her lips, like prehensile marshmallows, her green eyes, high cheekbones
and sunken
visage, imparted the staring look of a lizard.
The students’ scorn
she feared.
Her breadstick legs and knobby
knees, akin to a refugee’s
in a blizzard.
Quietly graduating twelfth grade, she disappeared....
Five years later… she cruised from Oakland Airport in a rented
red maserati.
She powered onto 116, onto Gravenstein, into the lot
at Rancho Bodega High School.
Blonde hair vortexed luxuriously, she
parked and strutted to the gym, swarmed by
paparazzi.
The designer dress fit her curves, so perfectly toned.
Women knew
her from Vogue, men tried not to drool.
The Cotati hottie was home.
© Wray Cotterill 2009
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