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“Not you. You’re perfect the way you are,” he says, eyes never leaving mine. “It’s just your bag that’s disobedient.”
“Yeah, she’s all hyped-up on sugar. It’s all the plane snacks I put in her,”
People think they know what you look like, they really don't. They glance at your company ID and notice that your face is the same general shape, that your hair is the same color and about the same length.
“Sugar? Milk? Organic orphan tears?”
My telehealth therapist is just going to love hearing about this.
“Yeah, well. Game's rigged against us boring people.”
“No one designed it to be fair.” My scoff is probably audible to half the bar. “Then someone should.”
“Thanks, uh, mama girl,”
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
I’m still too shaken to really care how awful that sounded coming out of my mouth.
The imagery makes me whimper aloud, and not a breath later, I hear him clear his throat on the other side of the not-very-sound-proofed door.
“How is it only ten a.m.? Kill me now,” she grumbles, and it’s a bit refreshing to find someone as miserable as I feel. “No, me first. I’ve been to more of these than you,” I return. Kathy conceals a chuckle in a sigh.
It's hard to resist glancing at him, and when I do, I catch him looking at me. I turn my head away fast. He saw me looking at him. And he was looking at me too.
“I’d like you to show me how far the need for a little, shiny sticker goes.”
“It's a timeshare,”
“I can move all the furniture in her office two inches out of its normal spot. Sabotage her filing system. Sprinkle crumbs in her carpet so she gets ants.” “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I’m not going to file that.”
