Re: Perfect- ...fit? -- Cowboy Bebop The RPG Number 2

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Subject: Re: Perfect- ...fit?

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Mirino Meritt

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Date Posted: 11:33:30 03/16/02 Sat
In reply to: Shayla West 's message, "Re: Angel of Death" on 09:38:08 03/16/02 Sat

'What'd he do that for...' Is the question Mirino kept asking herself over and over. Sitting on a bench not a couple of feet from where everything had happened. "What'd he think it'd bring him good luck." She crosses her arms and a mad look passed over her face. She turns her head and shut her eyes, "I'm not just something you can rub up against for-" She jolts and loosens her arms as she remembers the massage, 'Oh no... I lead him on.' she slumps in the wooden seat. She smiles with embarassment, "Not that he didn't have a bad touch." She opens her eyes and looks around. Everything further than fourty feet was blurry.

"There you go miss a perfect fit." The optomitrist said with a silly grin. Mirino looked into the mirror then smiled. She takes some money out of her belt and gives it to the happy old man.
"Thank you sir!"
"No need to call me sir, I'm not that old." replies the man with silver in what was left of his hair. He walks away laughing to himself. "HA, not that old. I crack myself up." Mirino blinks several times and exits Eye Care Center.
"Perfect!" She exclaims to herself as she reads a far away bilboard. It's a picture of a blond woman wearing a cowboy hat and opened blue blouse that reads 'What can breast implants do for you?' Mirino shudders in embarassment as she looks down at her chest, covering it up by crossing her arms. "I don't need implants!"

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