Margo's got Moxie ! : the diary of miss red high heels

Gloria has lived at the Villas 11yrs. She is an older lady with two white dogs who bark and roam around the complex. She knows rhe office staff by name and the maintenance people. They answer to her whenever there is trouble a foot and whenever she catches them for small talk. She is a bit of a curmudgeon in her own right and owns it right down to her style and jewelry and her southern drawl when she complains about the apt children running lose in the area. She lets you know her presence, but takes no crap or phoniness, she will see how transparent you become. Her demeanor speaks of "back off" but surprisingly she talks to me out of anyone else in that entire villa. Maybe I am just too nice or have no one to talk to there either. I listen to her and we chat about whatever she has on her mind or she attempts to pry into my world, which I oblige sometimes if feeling need to. She has many friends that she visits frequently and takes extravagant trips and sometimes just to a s...

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