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Dear Doctor,
I know you told me last week that if I got one more Botox injection I would not be able to move my face. I am here to tell you, oh brilliant one, I don't fucking care! Take this photo for example. My face conveys the look of a 25-year-old nymphette on her way to an important premiere (okay I know in reality I'm heading into the opening of the Juicy store in L.A., but blah blah), seemingly oblivious to the fact that there is a camera right next to me. Also, since I always play a bitch on TV I rarely need to smile! You think you're so superior, telling me that my brain could actually freeze if I continue with my monthly shots.
Freeze??
Honey, if I were any hotter you'd need to use sunscreen.
XOXO,
Nicolette
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