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Pristine, French tip nails A simple yet dignified business dress, iron pressed Flaming red hair turned up in a bun Six inch heels click on tile   I make my way to the office
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
Business/Finance major, aint no yelow brick road. Its going to be tough, but I aint gona fold. Im going to be a CEO, getting that paper, Watch me rise to the top, like an elevator. Haters - all the support I need.
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