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Amanda, blood-red, death, Jenny, money, passenger, pumps, real estate, sergio rossi
My name is Amanda Burns. I am a real estate agent. I live my days convincing people to buy what I want them to buy. There isn’t much room for moralsĀ in this field of work; not if you want to make real money. At least that’s what I like to believe. It is what I tell myself at the end of the day, just so I can sleep. I have no spouse, no children, no family; thank god, no cat either.
All the money I make, I make it for myself. It might come difficult for someone to understand, why it is that I need all this money. I’m practically married to the job, and the only personal time that I take for myself, I spend it making more acquaintances, to further assist me with my job.
Jenny is the only person in my life. She is the closest thing I have to a friend. The only reason me and her work so well, is the fact she’s the same; same line of work, same character. One might think this friendship is just competition, really. Fact is, Jenny works on the other side of New York. There is no competition between us; just friendship. A friendship that keeps me alive.
I am Amanda Burns. I am 26 years old. I’m blonde, tall, and got the body of a teenager. I have green eyes and I am about to die. Continue reading