“My head kinda hurts,” Miss New Mexico said.Several of the girls gasped. Half of an airline serving tray was lodged in her forehead, forming a small blue canopy over her eyes.“What is it?” Miss New Mexico checked to make sure her bra straps weren’t showing.“N-nothing.” Miss Ohio managed an awkward smile.
- Beauty Queens, Libba Bray
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