I look over Rayah, remembering the real reason I'm here, and turn back to Rose, "I'd like to request that Rayah stop being involved in couples shoots. She's a married woman and I don't like the idea of her being portrayed as something else. I also don't like how our lives are being splattered all over your magazine. I ask that you stop that too."
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I stir and bury my face in her neck, sighing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Rayah walks to a male model and I resist the urge to call her over, tightening my jaw as I read through the contract, "Where does it say that she isn't allowed to stop doing what she's uncomfortable with?"
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I nod slowly and sigh, "Do we have pancake mix?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy