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vallejo, california. neither terribly unpopular, nor overly crowded. at the end of the day, there's nothing special to attract that many visitors, now is there? no. yeah, they have the theme parks, they have the knick knack shops, they have the work. but, as always, there's something that gets over looked by all those that know
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^ GOT MY ATTENTION ., opennnn .
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TOO GOOD TO DENY IT
ain’t no big deal, it’s innocent lolita cast a disappointed look at her battery-depleted ipod, turned it off, and stuffed it back into her purse, making a mental note to charge it later. she would likely forget almost immediately and not remember until she really needed it the next day, but it was the thought that counted, right? right. halfheartedly, lola rummaged through the contents of her purse, hoping to find something remotely interesting inside, but had no luck whatsoever; all she found was her favorite lip gloss which she had been looking for two days ago, her cell phone, which, incidentally, also needed charging, and an envelope from the bank; lolita peeked inside, but did not see any cash. a subsequent inspection of her wallet yielded approximately twenty dollars and thirteen cents, but that wasn’t worth going shopping with, and she didn’t want to play around with her credit and debit cards. for emergencies only, she had promised herself, and even though she was dying to get those cute new pumps from christian louboutin, that really wasn’t much of an emergency. yet. it would be an emergency if she spotted someone else wearing a pair. a hopeful expression on her face, lolita surveyed the shoes of passersby. steve madden wedges, old navy flip flops, ooh, cute gladiator sandals by manolo blahnik, if she remembered her latest vanity fair correctly, ew, converse, gold jessica simpson ballet flats… she sighed. whether it was from relief, because no one was wearing the latest cutting edge shoes before she was, or from disappointment, because she couldn’t justify a trip to the shoe boutiques where the sale clerks greeted her by name, lolita couldn’t decide. she settled on relief; if someone asked her why she wasn’t wearing the latest fashion in shoes yet, she would probably die of humiliation. better to introduce the latest shoe styles to vallejo than have them introduced to her. casting a proud beam down at her much-adored feet, clad in her favorite pair of gladiator sandals—which she had first, thank you very much—lolita noticed, with horror, that the polish on her nails was beginning to chip. but… but… it couldn’t be! if she remembered correctly, her next appointment for a pedicure was in two weeks. she couldn’t go waltzing about campus with a chipped pedicure for that long. especially if she planned to wear simply fabulous shoes. which, of course, knowing lolita, she did.
lola quickly fled to her car, where she hooked her phone up to the charger inside, turned it on, and scrolled through her contact list until she found the number of her favorite nail salon. a quick, frantic phone call later, lolita had secured an appointment for two o’clock, an hour from the present, and she was trotting back into the center of campus, praying no one would comment on her “mangled” pedicure. a little late, she realized she had left her phone in her car, but she didn’t turn around to go get it. it needed to be charged, and if anyone really needed to talk to her, they could come find her. it wasn’t hard; most of lolita’s friends knew that she spent nice saturday afternoons—like this one—outside. with a sigh, she settled herself onto the steps of the main entrance, careful to hide her toes from sight. her entire body seemed to unwind a little bit as the rays of the sun beat down on the top of her head and her shoulders. days like this were why lolita adored california. she was a cali girl, born and bred, and there was absolutely no way that she could be kept away from her home for too long. new york city was lovely, no doubt about that, but it was too cold and grey most of the time. the bahamas were also warm, with warmer water, but lola just didn’t feel the same connection to the area that she did with california. the sun, the surf, the airy, breezy atmosphere, the relaxed attitude that everyone seemed to have, the beach… it was just unlike anywhere else in the world to lolita. she belonged in california. most of all, she belonged in vallejo. with this happy thought fixed firmly in her mind, lolita, smiling in the sunshine, began to wave at various, random passersby.
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