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Although the second name may sound close to 'Loser' Heidi Losièr is all things but...as far as personal opinions go. According to her locker buddy she's a pain in the ass. According to her cousin she's an idiot. Her mother thinks she sleeps too much and her father, well her father thinks she'll carry on his legacy. One that requires a gun (and maybe a fancy fedora). She doesn't know the first thing about the Mafia, unless watching The Godfather nineteen times counts. Even then the only thing she's got her eyes on is young Al-Pacino, of course. After a fun little incident with a wickedly handsome Italian, a cartoon magazine and the threat of being shot in the boob, Heidi concludes being part of the Mafia isn't really her thing. Too bad said handsome Italian won't let her get away just yet. That and well...Heidi isn't a very good runner...
"You do you honeyboo" is my new catchphrase ;)
