Imagine her walking a-la Devil Wears Prada along the corridors of CAS, thoughtlessly swaying her hips in endearingly well-played arrogance. Imagine her talking to you endlessly of stories that make her tingly all over and of moments that make her blood boil. Imagine her bluntly telling the world about its everyday injustices to her and how she, a helpless innocent darling, bears witness to gruelling school deadlines and requirements. Imagine her smiling after all the crazy things she’s been through the day—seemingly not caring about life’s troubles. Imagine her as she blurts out her witty remarks with her ostensibly dismissive antics, Samantha Jones anyone?
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