Beneath The Surface
Jordy started her day earlier than usual. She got up at 4 a.m. and went for a jog. It was still dark out, but she figured the creeps had to sleep sometime, so she took her chances. She did about three miles before heading back home. It was 4:30. She took a long shower—an everything shower. Her skin was as smooth as the day she was born. Her hair was a vibrant pink now, left messy on purpose. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. She slid a couple of hair ties onto her wrist in case she changed her mind later. Wrapped in a towel, she stepped into her bedroom and pulled out an assortment of lotions and perfumes. She picked one that was still unopened—a gift from Deon a few years ago. She cracked it open and took a sniff. It was pleasant, subtle. She mixed it with a citrus-s
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