...won't you stay with me just a little longer?
it always seems like you're leaving
when I need you here just a little longer...
--the violent femmes
She wears her feather in her long-ish dirty blonde hair and thinks about Betty Paige as she glances in her rearview mirror. The strangers on their barstools compliment her with words like "flapper" and she smiles because she knows she's just like a woman with her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls, but pulls a permanent marker from her purse and edits them all: though a flapper can be "a young girl turned to vice," she can also be a "remembrancer."
Nostalgia tastes so bittersweet.
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