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Sign: Pisces
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12/04/2021 01:42 PM 

lipstick.

serpent juliet
lipstick
The day was drawing to a close. Outside, it was already dark, and the lampposts' light filtered through the half curtain rods, forming odd shadows on the floor.

Betty spent most of her time acquiring as much data as she could. She didn't seem to mind that she was barred from conducting any fieldwork and had no authority to head any ongoing investigations. No one questioned her power in Riverdale. No one, not even her mother, knew about her encounter with a serial murderer. Betty's determination to keep a secret for as long as she possibly could. Her FBI credentials and a dominant tone, which she had honed over the years, opened the door to whatever source of information she could get her hands on.

Polly's bedroom was stacked high with police records, witness testimonies, and the history of Polly's phone calls and bank account transactions, all printed and duplicated. Betty sat on the floor, her eyes weary from the physical effort, reading over the case documents. With only a few notes pinned to it, her research board, which she had hung on the wall, appeared dismal thus far.

The young woman took a huge swallow of already-cold coffee and snorted in astonishment. She glanced at her wristwatch and realized she would be late for the party. Betty sprang up too hastily, cursing through clenched teeth, and had to cling to the back of a chair for support. She took a few deep breaths and changed into something more appropriate for a night at the elegant La Bonne Nuit.

'You can do anything,' she said to herself. She stoically raised her chin and snatched the clothing from the closet door. It was nearly ideal for her, and it concealed her figure well enough that she didn't feel exposed. The skirt was rather plain with a mock collar, darted bodice, and transparent lace long sleeves.

The blonde moaned hopelessly and reapplied her make-up, painstakingly concealing signs of exhaustion and sleeplessness on her face. She then put on a pair of heels and angled her hair down. She was ready to go, the definition of picture-perfect, devoid of any blemishes or imperfections. Betty erupted into fits of laughter and had to conceal her lips for fear of her mother hearing her. She waited a few seconds for her hysterics to subside, then stepped outdoors with a lovely grin on her face.
She's putting on her lipstick Turning up the music Slippin' on her black dress Saying you can do this Climbing in the front seat Looking out the window Going through the motions Trying just to let go Of the tears that she cried, no solid goodbye Tonight it ain't gonna show And even though she knows that it ain't gonna fix it She's putting on her lipstick

Its just another Friday Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror Its just another deep breath Half an hour and he'll be here Its just another friend of a friend Oh, it ain't nothing Its only just a drink or two It'll be alright

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