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shorter than me by a couple of inches but that doesn’t take away from how anything she wears makes her look model-sized. She’s beautiful and she knows it which makes her pretty popular with the guys.
                  I’m just as confident as she is, though. I may not have her blonde locks but I have curly brown hair with matching eyes and now that I think about it, matching skin.
                  I guess we are complete opposites which is probably why we can tolerate each other.
                  “What should I wear?” Magda asks when I get back in the room from the shower that’s located directly across from our door, making it pretty convenient.
                  I look at her and then at the outfits laid out on top of MY bed.
                  “I don’t know. Depends. Do you want to look like a hooker tonight? Like a classy escort? Or like a stripper?” I ask pointing to each outfit.
                  She sighs, “Well, I guess classy escort will have to do for tonight.”
                  I smile playfully. “Great! Now get your shit off my bed.”
                  I move to stand in front of the smallest closet in the world. God, you can only fit like five outfits in this thing without anything getting wrinkled. Needless to say, I do a lot of ironing in the mornings.
                  Taking all her stuff off of my bed she asks, “What are you wearing tonight?”
                  I turn towards her. “I don’t know, I think I’m gonna go ahead and dress the opposite of you tonight, which means I have to not look like an escort.” I laugh and then wink for added effect.
                  She winks in return and turns on her heel, outfit in hand, to change in the bathroom.
                  I never understand why it is ok for her to have privacy but not for me.
                  I shake my head at her unfairness.
                  After about two and half hours of primping, curling, and applying makeup, we are finally ready to head out. Well at least, I am ready.
                  Magda is still trying to make sure she looks better than an escort, her words not mine.
                  She did state that I no longer looked homeless, which is a plus for me since I am hoping to have some fun tonight and let’s be honest, the homeless status is not going to get any eye candy to give me some attention.
                  Not that I’m looking to get laid. I’m not. Really I’m not. I have never gotten laid. Not yet at least—hard to believe right? Well, living with my mother for eighteen years of my life and getting the shit beat out of me didn’t really give me a chance to go out and explore, if you catch my drift.
                  Not that Magda knows anything about that. I don’t need her making fun of me for being a virgin and I don’t need her pity because of what Elizabeth put me through.
                  “Bitch, you look better than Jenna Jameson naked, so let’s get a move on,” I say as I look at my appearance in the only body length mirror in the middle of our door.
                  Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I have on a small Hollister checkered button up with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of faded Lucky brand jeans with holes everywhere. Why I pay over one hundred dollars for jeans that are ripped is beyond me. They look hot though. They are low rise so I’m showing a little bit of my “toned” stomach. I wish , but I work with what I got.
                  My makeup is done natural as usual. No smokey eyes or anything. I hate that look. It makes me look like a gang banger for some reason.
                  I finished the outfit off with these sick open toe black heals that scream pain. All in all, not too