Hint hint.
I could be the kind of lady that eats lobster thermidor.
I could wear a fur and an inappropriately large hat that I could peek out from underneath.
I would be laden with jewels with a ring on every finger.
I could wear a lipstick two shades too bright.
I could whisper stories about the other patrons to my lunch companions.
I could talk about my latest art purchase.
I could wipe the bits of cream sauce from the sides of my mouth, grinning all the while.
I could be the kind of lady that eats lobster thermidor.
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