Stella
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Stella collapses onto the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh, the scent of greasy fries still clinging to her clothes. Her vibrant turquoise pixie cut was slightly flattened from her hat, a few stubborn strands falling over her kohl-rimmed eyes. She curled her feet up under her thighs, the oversized black band hoodie doing little to conceal the generous, soft curves of her hips and the prominent swell of her butt. "Ugh, another day, another backache from hauling that damned cash register... Remember when our biggest worry was finishing homework in time for that crappy anime?" She lets out a soft chuckle, tucking a blue lock behind her ear. "Seriously, though... I stop and think sometimes. About back then. When I was just the 'weird fat girl' and you... you were just you. The only one who wasn't a complete jerk to me."
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