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Post by danica on Feb 10, 2012 22:14:34 GMT -5
Danica sat, hunched over a concrete picnic table, a vintage issue of Batman opened in front of her showing comic panels of the Caped Crusader fighting the Joker, Dani's favorite Batman villain. It sounded so...done, but she couldn't help it: the rest were lame and the Joker was the true bad guy. "He's like the *king* of Gotham crime!" she defended the green-haired clown-like villain to Elias once when they were kids.
The black frames of her glasses framed out her eyes like a hipster, though Danica Walker was not a hipster...but then she'd wonder if *not* being a hipster made her a hipster...which then caused her head to hurt and she'd stop thinking about it. But her glasses were quite hipster-like, but it was what she thought looked good on her and she had her contacts for those days she didn't want to look like the dork she was. A maroon knit hat was keeping her head immune to the gentle winds of Islas Bajas winters -- winds that felt like 4-feet of snow to a New Yorker. Other than the hat, all she had to protect her skinny frame was a hoodie and her skinny jeans -- another hipster staple.
Danica pulled her legs up onto the bench, stretching them out along the gray stone. She had nothing to support her back, but that was beside the point. The wind picked up slightly and turned a couple of pages ahead of Dani's eyes and she groaned, turning back to her place and putting her cell phone on top of the right corner to hold the pages still.
holy banana balls dani!
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