( I wrote this a year ago, but can’t remember which prompts I used! )
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I am drowning in a cacophony of voices as I look at these fickle faces.
Dressed in penguin tuxedos and gold braces, they are staring at me with their ferret eyes.
Like I am a piece of meat or a prize.
A gift that is to be opened, I want to go up to each one and slap them.
But I don’t.
Instead, I let them undress me with their eyes.
It is very amusing, hilarious even because I in no way see myself as a sex kitten.
Though I possess a heart of gold, I am much too old for lewd comments or behaviour.
Still, I suppose maybe this I should savour and lap it up like the cat who got the cream.
But instead, I scratch out their eyes with the fierceness of a free tiger.
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