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    Other Side Of the World – (Chapter: Say Hello Ladies)

    Hey L.A. hope you’re feeling breezy and keeping it easy on this unbelievably hot day. It’s one for the record books out there. Try your best to stay cool keep in mind that I-695 is a mess it’s slow as hell backed up by a collision, so find another route guys. Anyway I’m Tony Chavez and its 101° at 20 past the hour in the first half of the Howdy Fontana Morning show. Next up a wonderful Canadian, other than myself of course, it’s Feist with One Evening.

     

    “Fuck I’m going to be late! I need this job.” Spencer screamed dramatically slamming her hands against her steering wheel, before fixing her hair in the mirror. The traffic was horrible; she’d been sitting in the same spot for about 15 minutes. It was way too hot for her to cut off her air so she was burning up her very expensive gas. “Shit and I left early! I like this song” She finished quietly before turning the radio up.

     

    She’d had purposely woken early so that she’d have extra time to do her hair. Spencer would admit it any day that when it came to her blonde tresses she was a bit shallow. She loved her hair more than any of her assets; in fact she’d indulge in an overly expensive bottle of shampoo rather than buy a new outfit. Her parents were always confused when little Spencer’s Christmas list almost always contained just hair products.

     

    She turned to look out her side window and saw a buff frat-boy looking guy making a ‘You know you want to fuck me face’ at her. She furrowed her brows at first and then swiftly raised an eyebrow and shook her head at his audacity and stupidity.

     

    “Not my type Buddy.” Rolling her eyes heavily at him she turned to the other side. “Now her, yeah she’s way more my type.”

     

    She quickly gave the girl with the short jet black hair and over sized glasses a coy smile. The girl returned it swiftly before quickly breaking eye contact with her. 

     

    “She’s straight.”  She stated moving her car slowly as the traffic progressed. “I have got to get off”

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