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Time to fly and get high.

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That's the dumbest thing I've heard all day.

Go on. Say something smart.

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Can't you just be smarter?

You sound like a textbook.

I'm as smart as I need to be.

Drugs aren't smart.

[She rolls her eyes.] That's original.

You're pretty. Your looks might not go downhill right away, but when they do it's going to all come at once. Then comes excessive plastic surgery, if you can afford it, and you look like a blow-up doll. If you can't, then you're old and wrinkled and unhealthy.

Of course I'm pretty. I'm a model. You've seen me in things.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Most people are, especially if they've seen my pictures.

I don't impress easy. Do you do anything else?

I don't care if I impress you, you think I'm dumb.

For possibly using drugs. You're a model. You're pretty enough to get whatever you want. If you've got issues get therapy. Drugs will just ruin everything.

More shit from a textbook. You don't know anything.

So enlighten me. You have beauty and brains?

I know myself. You don't.

So who are you?

You want the standard interview answer or the boring real one?

The real one.

My name's Rev, I'm a model and sometimes I drive my car too fast.

My name's Brynn. I'm in college, and I can't keep a boyfriend because I'm a too much of a bitch.

Why do you drive too fast?

Boys aren't worth it.

I don't pay attention. [And she's usually high.]

With my luck, it'll be the same for girls. I say what's on my mind and people can't deal with it.

Ugh, and you're so pretty you probably get out of all of your tickets.

Maybe they shouldn't.

If not, Daddy takes care of it for me.

I'm used to people not being able to deal with me.

My Dad would tell me to suck it up and pay my own ticket.

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