Mystery & Thriller - F/F Narration (English - American - Midwest)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New York, New Jersey, Bronx, Brooklyn) North American (US South)Transcript
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Nobody knows more about scrapbooking than Kiki. I keep asking her to come work for me. I get all sorts of scrap because who want to teach in exchange for supplies. But no one is as talented as she is. Kiki's work has been published in every major scrapbooking magazine. She's famous. I couldn't help but blush if doughty Onley knew how important scrapbooking was to me. She charged me by the hour for therapy instead of paper supplies, time and a bottle. Was my home away from home? That cell said Jennifer, You are published. Don Tootin said Dody. Look at this. Don't he directed her attention to one of my albums on thes pages. Adorable. See how we to layout tells a story. That's what makes the book special. Believe me, I could keep her busy 24 7 making custom albums and teaching private lessons, Jennifer slowly flipped through the pages. She was viewing my most recent an elaborate work. Her eyes took in the mixed of pattern papers, the designs and the embellishments. Do you teach adult classes? I mean, I have supplies, but I don't know where to start a lot of my pictures, Aaron those magnetic albums, you want to get those out right away. I explained how the sticky background and plastic covering for magnetic pages is a deadly combination that can cause photos to fade. Could I pay someone to do that for me to take the photos out? I can help you do that. It's really easy. I gave a surreptitious Yank it my blouse because it was writing up. I'm self conscious about my weight. All the other mothers at Cala are built like pencils in their world. Anything above a size zero is borderline obese. Through the front door came three more Kala Mom's chattering like a flock of busy starlings. They were all beautifully dressed, well groomed and thinner than a single sheet of vellum. I gave another yank at my blouse. Seeing how thin they were made me feel awkward. The shame of being overweight made me hungry. Who am I kidding? Everything makes me hungry. There's an emptiness in me. I can't seem to shake the front door to time in a bottle opened yet again to admit Linda Kovaleski, Claire's mother, Linda always seemed a bit confused. Is this the party place like the other mothers. Linda was tan, underweight and stylish in her designer clothes. My hair is an outrageous camp of girls. They're smooth, perfectly cut and shaped to enhance their best features, and their makeup was always perfect. From the tips of their fingernails to their creamy lips, the women of Cala were impeccably groomed. Maybe that's why I feel like I don't belong. My mother in law, Sheila would be the first to tell you I lacked Polish. Jennifer promptly forgot about her magnetic albums. She hurried over to join her friends.