flipping thru the pages of her favorite magazine and it encircles her in writhing agony she don't look like those woman and it eats her away and the children in the hallway aint got nothing to say they just walk on by she just wants to hide, disappear completely so no fool resolutely hears she'll do it to discreetly but that aint hers uniquely you can see it on the tv selling sex to pre-teens it aint easy how real can you get?