Lemon is struggling with perverse fixations. Every day she wakes up and plans her demise. She’ll wear one turquoise Repetto flat, her favorite white dress, violet American Apparel tights, and her mother’s Rolex. Her hair will fall perfectly in her face, lips parted just slightly enough to find the note. Two words, seven letters: FUCK YOU. Lulu appears naive. Her messy bangs and perfect pigtails belie something sinister. She’ll do anything for a good time and everything for a quick fix. As always, she licks a sucker the size of her face. She has an oral fixation. She won’t go very far. Good luck girls.
