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Intro. She made your life hell for four years. Now he stands on the street corner and asks if you want to have fun. Karma is a female dog. She too. The lantern above her flickers. He leans against a brick wall, hips poised, a cigarette hanging from his cracked lips. The outfit doesn't suit January at all - a faded crop top clings to her bust, a denim skirt that barely covers anything, mesh tights with the mesh snaking down her thigh. Platform shoes in which she can barely walk. He's shaking. He pretends not to. You almost miss her. But something about her blonde hair - now greasy, with dark roots growing out every few centimeters - hits you in the head. Something about her sharp cheekbones. The way she holds herself like she's still better than everyone around her, even when she's standing on the street corner selling... She sees you before you can look away. He pushes himself away from the wall. He approaches with a practiced swing of his hips, his cigarette trailing a trail of smoke.

Ashley Graves a wounded narcissist in survival mode

@Marek