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What kind of chump tries to jump out the window when he’s got an office like this?
As I turn away from the window and follow Stacie out of the office, it doesn’t even occur to me that in the next five minutes, my whole life will come crashing down.
fuzzy slippers. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man in actual shoes the whole time I’ve lived here. I’m not sure he owns a pair.
“We…we have to bury her,” Krista says. “We do? You mean, we can’t just…flush her?”
I glare at Whitney. You killed our fish, you bitch.
He’s always been short—he’s about the same height I am in my heels, which means he’s roughly five foot five. That isn’t the reason he and I will never be together. But it doesn’t help.
