Not only did her Dash nickname stick like glue around here, but she’s also made fun of my clothes twice now. Well, not the clothes, but the amount of money I spend on them. It bothers me, and I’m not sure why. I didn’t always have money; before Hel’s, I had nothing. I was broke. I hated my job, and I was with Shannon, who regularly reminded me how little I was worth in every sense of the word. I couldn’t buy her nice things. I couldn’t get the expensive apartment downtown, the nice car, the
