breathless, sexy and lacking the interest to pay you no never mind. found herself salchow jumping on the perfectly, imperfect rugged and rocky terrain of mars. tripping. skipping. flipping. the air is thick with celestial gas and ethereal dust. prancing. dancing. whirling dervishes spin near her long, bejeweled, slippered feet. powdered guilt lands on her bushy brows and unkempt hair. zola does a triple lutz. brave. amazing. divine. high breed zola. that's what they call her. giving up everything to sell magnolia's and rhododendron's on slow moving street corners isn't crazy. it's high breed. high breed zola. that's what they call her.
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