She had the most arresting eyes: two big, round, marble-like ones that glittered at the creases from eye make-up. These laser beam eyes glowed as she screamed words like "It's a stupid idea!" and "Joke!" every now and then as if to make a really important point. In her white-buttoned black polo shirt and red pencil skirt, her plump body made her look something like a walking bell pepper. Her face was full and shiny like an olive, except flesh-colored and with islands of red on both sides of her face. The top part of that face on the area just below the forehead had two dark eyebrow lines that resembled horizontal, downward-facing parentheses. Her auburn lips parted wide each time she spoke and even wider as she laughed--and she also had quite an unusual laugh: jerking her head backward with two round eyes shrinking, her pursed lips would scissor almost completely open and show a really wide arc. Her cockroach-colored hair was tucked behind both ears and tied in a ponytail. She walked with a bent posture, with her lower body curved too much to the back. It could have been because of high heels. Those shoes were shiny black ones with a silver buckle on each toebox. Her black nail polish showed like black dots in the air as she moved her hands around.
She goes home to a three-bedroom studio in a low-rise apartment. A box bed with soft mattresses and a bed frame would be in the middle of one of those bedrooms. She sleeps on that bed. On that bed are two yellow pillows, brown sheets, pale peach comforters, and one round pink pillow. The floors are of gray polymer; the tiles appear woodlike because of the lines. On the white walls are three paintings and one white slider window with clear glass. It is left open most of the time to let air in.
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