Miss the last installment? Click here to catch up. When Esmerelda Poppingcorn was 33-years-old, she wore dresses as beige as boneless, skinless chicken breasts; her long, knotty brown hair wrapped in a messy, unkempt bun; her face nearly naked but for a smear of Carmex medicated lip balm. Though she did her best to be invisible, Esmerelda’s devastating natural beauty made it impossible for her to fully disappear. Behind her thick tortoiseshell glasses were eyes as violet as grape soda; her cold sore-free lips plump like plums; concealing a row of teeth that were set in her luscious gums like pickets in a fence.
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