How many years have I toiled as a cocktail waitress and yet no one has taken the time to pick me up, shake me up, and turn me around? Maybe it's time that I turned into someone new. Maybe it's time that I unstraighten my teeth and wear more rouge and eyeliner. This is the final boarding call for people trying to take credit for my success. Even with or without you I'm going to find a much better place (to be a cocktail waitresss).
Don't you want me?
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