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See, right, yeah. With a party on the island that Harley couldn't go to, it was clearly time for her to get back out there. Put her face on and go paint the town red! Get back in the saddle! Go forth and find a -- find a stallion, or something, a nice little forgettable rebound! Drink and laugh and have a healing experience through the most meaningless means possible!
Those, at least, were the thoughts Harley had had when she'd been getting ready at home. When she'd been putting on a nice skimpy dress under a leather jacket and fixing some big fake flowers in her updo, still believing in her chances of a nice night out.
The reality was this:
( The reality )
(NFB, NFI)
Those, at least, were the thoughts Harley had had when she'd been getting ready at home. When she'd been putting on a nice skimpy dress under a leather jacket and fixing some big fake flowers in her updo, still believing in her chances of a nice night out.
The reality was this:
( The reality )
(NFB, NFI)
