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Suddenly, it felt like it was a hundred and ten degrees in there. Penny pulled at her blouse. “Boob sweat! Boob sweat!” she muttered under her breath. “What did you say?” the manager asked—his eyes nearly popping out of his head. She gasped. “I thought I said that in my head.” She
Weird quirky, bit irritating FMC so far...
shifted her stance. “When I get nervous, I get boob sweat. You probably don’t know much about that because it’s a lady problem. Well, a problem for anyone with large breasts, I suppose.” She gave the slender man a once-over. “I doubt you have to worry about it.” “Are you flaunting your large breasts? Are you judging me for my lack of large breasts? Are you sexually harassing me, Ms. Fennimore?” the man shot back. This had gone from bad to worse!
WTF?!
The last four times she’d been late, she’d been writing—really writing. It wasn’t like you could flip a switch and turn on the creative juices. Thank goodness, Charlotte had called. Otherwise, instead of being late, she would have missed her shifts.
Omg, what? Irresponsible dirz...
and I’ve got rent and student loans to pay, and—”
Kind of guessed this would be annoying at the FIRST mention of student loans...
