With the smugness of a hairless cat, the thin white scion luxuriated in the South Florida sun.
“Botox don’t burn bitches!” he exclaimed to Vanky as she attempted to pass him the sunblock.
They both laughed out loud.
His more of a whinny than a guffaw, like a chipmunk on ecstasy.
She possessed a heartier laugh which was more akin to her natural throaty timbre, it had the guttural retort of a longshoreman with the flu.
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