I have to tell you what happened today. I was taken to the beauty parlor . . . again. I don’t mind too much, but the catty remarks start to get to me after a while. “She needs more hair on her legs,” the stylist said. Can you believe it? Tell me girls, which one of you wants more hair on her legs?
Whatever.
This whole trip makes me nervous. It can only mean one thing. Another beauty pageant. I’m not sure I’m ready. Amber says I’ll be okay, but what does she know — just a cat. I’ve been nervous all day, but trying to chill out.
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