“Best of all, you could add P-O-C-K-E-T-S.” “Don’t spell shit out this early in the morning, Lina. I can’t deal.” I purse my lips at her. It’s eleven o’clock. “Pockets, bitch. Pockets.” “Ooh, ooh,” Jaslene says, waving her hand. “I need that on a dress. With. Pockets.”
