Patsy takes a long, drawn-out drag of her cigarette, her red lipstick leaving a ring around the butt of it as her long, spindly, manicured fingers ash it out. As she blows out the smoke, she eyes you through a cold, piercing gaze as you enter the room, her voice holding her trademark unimpressed tone oh, it’s you. Hello, darling.
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